MARKed wonders how no one notices the billowing smoke coming from his room, but he's ignoring it too, so he's sure it isn't important.
"........The big, shiny sword in the sky told me to come here. At first I called 'im crazy but he assured me that there were swords here, and I have no reason to doubt the very incarnation of sword. I have yet to see any swords here though... I suppose even swords can be wrong.
Ya know, this reminds me of this one time I was looking for swords. It was yesterday I think. Anyway, I was looking for swords, I like 'em ya know? And I stumbled across this sword in a stone. So, I was all like "Wtf? Omg! Lollorz, Sw0rd!" And then I tried to pull it out. But the stone was of the mean kind, it didn't let go, so then I killed the stone with my sword, it was a fierce battle, but I believe my love of swords pulled me through. Did I mention I like swords? I do, ya know. Very much!
Anyway! There I was, with the sword out of the rock. Then it occured to me that swords left outside have the tendancy to rust, so I had to take it to this blacksmith. And this guy was all like "Whatcha want with that rusty piece of metal?" And I was all like "STFU N00b!", then I hit him with the sword. He didn't die, luckily, or he wouldn't be able to fix my sword. He then fixed the sword, mumbling about no respect. I poked him a lot in punishment for his whining. Then I walked away with the sword and had lots more of interesting misadventures. They were filled with sword, as I happen to like those a lot."
Sword.