Signifying Nothing
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A nurse, a boy blessed by an immortal chicken, and a middle-aged dragon still living in his mother's basement embark on an adventure to discover why using magic makes people stupid.
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Liza relaxed her grip on the edge of the desk. Dust streamed down from between the slats of the roof and her favorite flower vase still rocked precariously on its shelf, but the earthquake seemed to be over. She took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves, shaken in spirit as well as in body. It might not have bothered her as much if she lived in a country where such occurrences were common, but here in Slarth, the ground was happy where it was and tended to stay put.
She got up from her chair, her knees still shaking from the shock of such a strange event. Of course, "strange" is a relative term, and here at the Slarth School for Sublime Studies in Sophisticated Sorcery and Spellcasting—known as "SSSSSSS"—strange took on new meanings. But the first earthquake in history probably qualified.
Still a bit unsteady, she wobbled as quickly as she could to throw open the doors to the building. Events like this usually meant more work for her. As the school nurse, the results of magical experiments gone awry became her responsibility, and she feared what was coming. Anything powerful enough to make the world quiver didn't seem like it would precede good news.
In the front hall, she approached the great doors. They were rarely opened, with most visits to the nurse using the more normal-sized side door. As she reached up and slid back the latches, she wondered again what possessed someone to build a set of doors thirty feet tall and only three feet wide. But with the occurrence of yet another accident, the headmaster would be here, and he refused to use side doors. He claimed they were beneath his status as Supreme Schoolmaster of the Slarth School for Sublime Studies in Sophisticated Sorcery and Spellcasting. Of course, SSSSSSSSS Thiggins erroneously believed that a lot of things were beneath his status.
Pulling on the heavy brass rings, she swung the door panels open. The hinges at the top were too high for her to oil, so they squealed loudly enough that Liza was sure that the people in the cemetery next door were disturbed. Wails drifted across the courtyard, informing her that her supposition was correct. She shuddered, hoping that Professor Larry wasn't one of the disturbed ghosts. She always dreaded having him show up to complain.
Stay tuned, adventures at SSSSSSS are coming!