The Punning Runner is Doner {Lori's death}

Fighting. Puns. Fighting. Puns. Fighting. Puns. The seemingly never ending cycle I was stuck in. It was comforting until it wasn't. I thought that maybe Pollen-y and I would just have to run. Herbal essences, Hammerhead and go fetch all had hardcore weapons and just wouldn't stop attacking.

The moment my pun infused world began to crumble, was when, upon finishing a witty retort directed toward Spicy, I decide to quickly shift my eyes to the left. Only to see the wild and crazy bitch that is my ally, take an axe to the chest.

I... I didn't think it would bother me as much as it did, seeing her die. Pollen- no, Pollux, was a fucking axe-crazy psycho but, she... she was my friend. And Ripred knows how few of those I had. And Pollux she was easily entertained/ irritated by my puns and she was loyal and she never betrayed me. And to know she was gone... it... slightly knocked me off my game.

I continued to fight the attackers around me, shoving my unexpected grief deep inside my mind, in the little metaphorical box of junk next to the metaphorical pun creating factory. As I took hit after hit, as I fought and puned, fought and puned, took little bits of life out of enemies, gained the wordplay based attention I'd been addicted to my entire life, I realized that it was becoming more and more difficult to be proud of my linguistic prowess. Mayhaps, finding tricycle and Riven would normalize me and I would be able to regain my bravado.

Alas, this was the moment Ivar Hammerfell would break my foot. This injury was the metaphorical straw that broke the metaphorical camel's back. I was de-feeted. Falling to my knees, and then to my back, I began the process of dying. As I lay on the ground, bleeding, dying and without a pun idea, numerous thoughts images and even smells begin flickering through my mind.

My parents. I imagine them crying over me. Over my dead body. I realize that I did this to them. I volunteered. I took their only daughter, THEIR ONLY CHILD away from them. And for what? A chance to show off my like one or two talents? I had the lowest training session score. So who did I even impress? No one.

It took my deathbed for me to realize what a selfish, attention whoring bitch I am. No wonder I created so few friends throughout my existence. Friends.... oh Ripred... I'll never see them again.... Their images flash through my head. Riven, being her confident, brave self. Leticia, looking at me, unsure of why I call her tricycle. And... Pollux. I guess, even if I hadn't died, I never would have seen her again anyway. (I don't really believe in an afterlife). But still... she runs across my mind. Shining, angry, wanting to murder me, at her best. And then there's Marina, from back home. Kind, friendly, my first friend. I wonder what she thinks of me now.

I feel myself getting weaker. Death will take me soon. I think of my parents again. Remember vividly when they gave me my poetry book.

"Well, Chloriphina Sills, you've got like maybe 10 minutes of life left", I say out loud, to myself, "what are you gonna do with it?".
Opening my pun book I scream, maybe a little bit insane, "I'M GONNA READ MY PUN BOOK,BITCHES".

And I did. Until death. To be honest, although there are still a lot of things I wish I'd done differently, I think mine was a life well lived.