12th grade english essay

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it sounds pompous to fill a character limit.
how bad is it?(also has not been spell checked yet so fuck off)


i had my brother pegged for a complacent junkie reduced to vegitivity in withdraw.
after his response erupted through canals and tridents of china nerve-endings i was left fumbleing for affirmation of what he'd done, without an answer.
my brother squatted on the wrinkled charcoal hide of the loveseat, me across from him reclining on on the rocking chair legs lazily dangling.
the cards were set and he was stressed i could see it he was in no shape to contest. I tossed sickly gnomes at him so fast skin and flesh soared without eachother. befor it could even touch the table it was cut down with his dagger. i diddnt think anyhing of it throwing another out along with a burning imp without caring what happened to them i had more.my brother broke his dagger on the blazing wretch and it didnt seem to do anything too, until a flurry of steel came down and grinded both of them in halves of thinly strung together chunks of rotting and cooked flesh. that was just about when i realized what was happening.i wasnt overwelming my brother,i was giving victims to his traps. and it didnt matter either the deck i built was slow and his was calculating and prepared.

after the early game my stream of cannon fodder had come to a drizzling halt. and with nothing left to slow him my brother charged.with the very same look of determination he'd had the whole time he lunged with a dagger scratching me and what was a fraction of my life.iwas very confused but i figured he was stuck so i threw my last hope on the board a hulking oaf drenched in seawater and wearing necklaces of seaweed.i thought i saw for once my brothers look of stressful determination fade but i couldnt ever be sure it was just for a second and right after after the final trap had been set.My giant immeadiatly shoved back into my hand,two wild slashes savaged my will, both sharpened by preperation, a duo of tiny shivs followed and lastly a behemoth just a normal guy in reality but charged by my stupidity.it was over with nothing to defend me next turn the assassins attack would be fatal.i surrendered looking up at my brother waiting for the determination to give way to gloating of victory.

after my brother had helped me build a new deck and showed me how to make one myself we traded wins and losses with eachother frequently. but when i did win i never thought i was better. i just remembered his look of humble indifference and knew in victory and defeat we were both equallly liimitless veins of potential.