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Ulrik was getting a little testy. The damn dragon helped the white goat move forward. Kirchoff was still laughing at the bottom of the mountain. And, his metal umbrella only seemed to slow him down! SO, the stallion broke down the umbrella with his magic and decided just to tackle this mountain the old fashion way: brute strength. The large, hairy goat jumped up the mountain slowly, watching so many move past him that he was frustrated. Just a race, right? He huffed and puffed his way up until there was a fork in the road, and he ran to the right hand side. The ground became a series of mirrors, which thoroughly threw off his eyes, so he decided to close them and run for it up the mountain without much thought. Ulrik would open his eyes every so often to peek through to make sure he was going the right direction. Every now and then, he would stumble over a rock, but he figured just running for it was better than winding up confused and sick with vertigo and nausea from the mirror floor. The Engineer was using some fairly unintelligent ingenuity, but only luck would tell of this was genius or madness. WC: 206 lulzrik |
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