Cora walks out tenaciously, looking for a good- drat, the medieval age only has bows. All she wanted was a decent gun- hell, a peashooter would have done. But...she could try anyway, she supposed. She picked up the bow, pointed it away from people so as to not injure anyone, wondered where the target was, closed her eyes, and loosed the arrow.
EDIT ::
"Huh. I guess that 'imagining myself lucky' thing in the dreamworld's holding up in the, uhm...medieval times, I think."
11th Annual User Run Ball
This is where the 11th Annual Ball will be planned!