Whoo! I totally trashed my bro in singles today! TWICE!
And the doubles aren't so bad either. Won and lost once.
Then lunch +cendol(: and homeward.
Joseph ticked me off during the doubles so I soundly trashed him. (during the doubles!)
So there's a "normal" Saturday for you!
Time to write a horror story.

RE:Desperation by John W.J.K
WARNING
The following contents are strictly PG-18 (Murder, gruesome imagination)
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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Desperation. Part 1
Thunder boomed across the dark, rainy skies. In a dark alley, a group of men were surrounding a helpless woman, all of them grinning, their eyes showed only evil.
"Hey pretty baby, want some fun tonight? hehehe"
The terrified woman did not reply, being in the state of shock. She closed her eyes tightly, preparing for the unavoidable...
The group closed in...
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"Arrrggg!!"
Every head snapped back. A silhouette was seen glinting against the clouded moonlight, on its base was the body of a man.
"Tommy!" A voice cried out.
"Get em' lads!"
7 grown men, each wielding an assortment of pistols, fruit knives, butcher choppers, daggers, staves and axes charged towards the profile.
Suddenly, it was gone.
The men stopped short. That was when a raspy, musty voice , somewhat similar to that of a rusty saw in use said:
"Leave or die."
"What is this? Ya thinks ye art some kinda Superman eh? Show some spunk and materialize!"
Even in these intense conditions, a few men managed to sniffle a chuckle.
"This is my final warning. You, (clearly directed to the man who just spoken) heed this warning or your entrails shall be torn asunder right out of your living body and spread for the dogs to feast upon."
"Try me, fool!" The man replied, although his voice shook a bit and laced with fear.
Shoomp!
The man was no more. And indeed, the spoken promise was fulfilled.
The other men did the right choices, they ran. But alas, their speed were outmatched and soon, the ground was littered with the broken bodies of grotesque, unrecognizable features, both silent and bloody.
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The woman shrieked, so loudly that it outmatched the boom of thunder which had sounded at the same moment.
"Peace, I mean no harm." The figure appeared next to her, polishing a black knife. If examined closely, it was, in fact not black, but a deep shade of red. The remnants of the recent massacre. Instinctively, she scrambled to the safety of, however pathetic, a bunch of reed baskets.
"W-w-who a-are you?" Her terrified voice squeaked out through a basket over her head, her smallish frame hugging together as to lessen her mass.
"I call myself Desperation."
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