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Fists Of Fury

Submitted by scott

Spring has sprung, there are signs of life everywhere, and times couldn’t be better. The kids are able to play outside, pick flowers, and dig for worms until they are exhausted. Birds are singing, and animals are frolicking. All is well in the world, but the drums of war are beating ever so quietly in the distance.

It starts out small. Special K decides that she is the keeper of the swingset ladder, and no one shall pass without her permission... bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum... the drums grow louder.