tl;dr
The Dark Lord raises his saber and in two swift strokes, her arms came right off before her very eyes. The scorching heat from the saber burns the open wound and leaves no blood. She did not scream nor cry even as her dismantled arms lay motionless beside her.
"And now my Hime-sama, we will discuss the location of your hidden Rebel base”, said the Dark Lord.
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“By the way may I ask you something?” said the man.
“What?” said the Princess.
“Why aren’t you wearing any pants?” said the man.
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"I’ll build you a pair of mecha arms", said the man.
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To avoid tl;dr, above is a summary of a somewhat boring story I came up with. For the uninitiated, that lass in the picture is my blog mascot drawn by fellow member Agito.
If anyone is extremely free today or is suffering from insomnia, feel free to read the full story here. I guarantee you your sleeplessness will be cured in no time.
