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Deep in the Orcatraz dungeons…
The warden patrols down to an area he rarely bothers to visit. Behind him is one large black orc guard and to smaller goblin guards that carry a white painted wooden box with symbols and religious text written upon it.
The warden stops in front of a cell and sizes up the inmate.
“Prisoner 0071917, you are he for unlawful murder. Your work detail during your time here has been very successful. We appreciate that you haven’t been causing us any problems and due to this good behavior. Well something for you. Here in this box is an old artifact left over from the original Orcatraz monastery… from before the Orc Monks went made and had to be locked up and the place was converted over to what you see now.”
He waves forward the goblin guard forward with the box. Then the Wards speaks again.
“We have something that might help you deal with Vampires … Guard Maynard please read from the holy text”
The Black Orc clears his throat and begins…
“And the Lord spake, saying, ‘First shalt thou take out the Holy Saw. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Avoid the One for it shale take thine leg off. Once at the number three, being the third number be reached, then, Swing thou thy Holy Saw of Orcatraz towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.’”
The goblin guards lift from the box a white chainsaw with gold trimming and a few spatters of crimson blood. White eyeballs peer from every cell quickly followed by little goblin smiles.
The goblin guards set the saw on the ground and fill its fuel tank with holy water. Then one holds it down white the other grabs hold of the pull start. Then look at each other and count down.
“Three… Two… ONE!!!”
With a quick pull the saw jumps to life as the engine growls with the tone of a hundred angry dogs. It springs from the little goblin hands and spins upward as if the hand of god might reach down and claim his mighty tool for himself. But, no celestial hand arrived instead the saw dropped down sinking its metal teeth deep inside the goblins thigh. The other goblin in shock runs away.
The Black Orc repeats
“Avoid the One for it shale take thine leg off.”
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