016 - The 1st Round: Lake Windmill

Bernie climbed on the stairs with his spear in hand. He had just finished his lunch and he was returning to his post at the big windmill. The big windmill was… Well… Big. It stood 60 feet tall with each of its propellers 10 feet long, facing the lake. The inside was quite spacious like a small house, with stairs leading to the top. Bernie was climbing these stairs to get to his post on the top of the windmill.

Cool wind blew him quite hard when he reached the top. But it is the usual greeting every soldier stationed at the windmill get. It signified peace.

“Bernie! You didn’t bring any food out here?” his partner said.

“Your shift is over, Karl. Go down and eat your fill,” Bernie said.

Karl whined playfully, “But I still wanna watch over the lady~”

Bernie scoffed, “It’s a body of water, Karl. Go eat.”

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