A magical sword has bound itself to you, granting you a great warrior’s abilities, but making it impossible to travel far from it in the process. Now you must carry a two-handed claymore everywhere in a modern city.

March 30, 2930. Day 21 after that wretched witch cursed me with that spell. Enlarging my sword to almost one hundred fold it’s natural size. My journey through the New York was only supposed to take 3 days, but with the absolute size and girth of my new sword, I am only able to move 25 steps per day. It was a Sunday. I was on my fifteenth step. When a group a rabid dogs caught me by surprise. “Oi you there!”, the leader of the dog group said. “Whuts dat u caryin’ dere? Dat a sauzege?”. The rest of the dog posse laughed at his sarcastic remark. “No, no, no” I said, “It’s naught but me sword! Now if you an the rest of ye dog group could scurry along now I’d be much obliged”, I said with a hint of fear in my voice. “Oi now wuts dat?”, said the dog leader, “You scared of a buncha rabid dogs eh? Dat seems pretty speciesist comin’ from a man who can’t travul more den 25 steps in a day. Wuts it to you to label us like dat eh? Jus becuz we a buncha wild rabid dogs don’t mean we’z gonna eat ya. We just curious where u got dat sauzege cause we sure are hunger, specially after da famine n all.” “Wait, how do ye know I can’t travel more than 25 steps a day?”, I asked, “Well”, said the dog “We been watchin’ ya. Dis is dawgs country after all, an It sure ‘as been a whoile since we ate, an u are trespassin after awl. Dis land has belonged to da Rabid Dog Clan before da Great War of Spot! Y’know it’s just pawlitics n all. If u come in ‘ere an we let ye pass, then wuts to stop everybody from takin our land! It’d b mighty hard to stop them seein ‘as we don’t have opposable thumbs n all. Y’know what ere’s what we’ll do, we’ll take da ‘sword’ n be on our way. Dat seems fair to awl uf us.” All of the other dogs nodded in agreement. I took a moment to gather my thoughts. This blasted sword has caused me much trouble the past weeks, perhaps it would be worth it to rid myself of it? “So wut’ll it be den? We ain’t got awl day…” Said the dog. “Ok, ok, ye can have it, but I’ll need one of your dogs to bang me over the head before I give it ye, I know not what could happen when we part”. I replied. “Alright den alright dats foine, Rex, go ahead n knock him out.” Rex slowly approached me, but as he was moving closer, something seemed to happen. My sword began to grow! It was now one hundred times one hundred times the size it was before! Rex began to run away in fear, but he was too slow, for my sword was too quick! Like a whip my sword whirled around my hear. Then, snap! It had struck Rex clean in the rear! And with a poof a smoke Rex had turned to dust. “Oi whuts dis ye liar!!!” Howled the dog leader. “I don’t know wuts happened! I’ve lost control over this thing!” I bellowed. “Ye loike I believe dat ye trickster. Ye killed Rex!” the dog said as he called for his men to attack. They ran towards me full speed. I tried to run but my sword was still growing! It was now one hundred times one hundred times one hundred times its original size. Just like before my sword began whirling around, attacking everything in sight at speeds I had never seen before. I closed my eyes, for I did not want to see what was happened, for I had no control. When I opened my eyes, I could not believe what I saw. The entire forest for miles was stripped clean. Everything was gone. Except, I heard a whimpering to my left. It was the dog leader, he was still alive! Thank goodness they were all not dead! I turned to the dog leader, with tears in my eyes and said “I am so sorry for all of this, dog sir, for I had no control over it. Let me try to get you some help!”. The dog leader slowly lifted his head and said, “Help?!? Help!?! Ye want te help me!?! How bout u bring my men back! Den you can help me! You killed them awl!!! I can’t beliefe u killed dem all.” He began to cry, “Dey were awl good men! Dey had families! Whut are dey gonna do now?!? Alroight now listen ‘ere, dis is ‘ow ye can help me. Tell me ye name, so dat way, some how, some where, people will ‘ere bout dis day, n dey will come for ye, listen, dey will come for ye n ye sword won’t be enuff.” I turned away from him. I did not want this! Why did that fowl witch have to cast that spell! I just wanted to get back to Bruhxenburg to see my friends, that’s all I wanted, but that witch! Gah! Why has this happened!!! After contemplating, I had made my decision. The lives of these men are worth more than my identity, the dog leader deserved to know. I kneeled down to him, and said, “My name is tobuscus, and I can swing my sword sword sword.”