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Friday, August 10, 2012

F3 Surrender

     "Everyone loves the idea of fighting to the last, of never giving in to defeat." I said. The door thudded hard as people on the other side tried to batter it down. "But I've been outgunned and overpowered every single time. Sure, there are times when I can outthink and find a way out, but the simple fact of the matter is I've gotten used to the idea of surrender. That may offend your sensibilities, but here's the last bit. I'm still around even after surrendering. They're not.
Sometimes surrendering is the right move. Sometimes, surrendering is more powerful than fighting. So, if you're smart, you'll follow suit." I tossed my gun to the ground, watching Kevin.
      Kevin looked at me hard, looked back at the door. The wood creaked again. It wouldn't be long before the door broke under the assault.
      "I hope you know what you're talking about, Mr. Allen." He tossed his shotgun, pistol, and knives to the ground.
      The door burst open, and the elves—how else do you describe tall, thin people with pointy ears?—twisted our arms behind us. Once properly subdued, two of the elves took it upon themselves to punch us repeatedly in the gut.
      "Thought you said this would make us powerful." Kevin growled.
      I bit my lip on the third punch, so I spit blood to the ground. "I didn't say right away."

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