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| Setting up and signing in: 10 am.
| "Now you see, when you tie it like this, you won't trip and fall on your
face!"
| En Garde! You Spartan Pig!
| A fencers first try at facing the beast that is CSFA fencing.
| "It's just too tiring," explains Wes.
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| Brave, brave Sir Gus attempts to slay the epee dragon.
| "My arms are longer than yours... OUCH! Hey!!"
| Erika finds out that it does not taste all that bad.
| Ryan nearly kills himself on a tree and Bart thinks a little drink will
help to ease his pain.
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| John braves the spoils of victory!
| Thomas considers the price of victory in Sabre; "Hmm, tastes like chicken!"
| A good days killin' must always start with a well balanced breakfast.
| These chuckle-heads waive their snooty noses at us.
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| Even Michelle must take her poison.
| "Ah,ha!" "I have you know," thinks a rapidly advancing epeeist.
| Gus demonstrates his one legged hop attack for the spellbound crowd.
| Champions of the day: Bart (Epee), Thomas (Sabre), Steve (Foil)
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