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So I’m going to this party in a big three-story old frame house.
When you walk in there is a huge foyer that had been converted into a knife shop.
Glass cases covered in dust surrounded the walls, most of the knives still on the shelves.
It looked as if someone just walked out and closed the doors, never to return.
I noticed a very nice selection of fixed blades.
The foyer was adjoined by another room also full of dust covered glass cases, yet these were bare of merchandise.
As the rooms started to fill up with party goers, Troy Aikman of the Dallas Cowboys walked in carrying a football. He was followed in by a couple of his friends. I didn’t catch their names.
Troy and I started playing catch in the giant foyer when suddenly there was a murmur in the crowd. The smell of fear and apprehension permeated the air as I caught wind of what was going on.
Some bad men were on their way to the party. Mayhem would soon follow.
Troy said he should probably go. Wouldn't look good him being here, being quarterback of the Cowboys.
”Don’t worry folks, I’ll take care of this” I said, without any thought for my own safety.
I perused those dust covered cases for the right pair of battle blades.
I see two good looking custom Bowies on the middle shelf of the case next to the cased opening which adjoined the two rooms, waiting for me to put them to task.
As I reached for the first Bowie………
I WOKE UP!
Choose your own adventure ending!!