Today's OneWord: Fortress

Come! Let us strike at the fortress and slay the Demon King. He sits on a throne of dead men's bones and does all sorts of crazy things.

Now, that's all so cliché, my friend. You know he's not like that. He sits in a den with the TV on channel ten and watches baseball, wearing a hat.

No, the Demon King is a great many things, but a baseball fan he is not. He'll sit on his bed with ear buds in his head and listen to scream-o until his brain starts to rot.

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