Power of Greyskull indeed...

Then you notice something odd about the strange 'tack' you are wearing. Namely the fact that there are 2 inch spikes protruding from the straps. You feel a slight breeze... on your bare buttocks where there is a rather noticeable absence of material.

"This is no super power dream... what's going on here?", you mutter to yourself as you start to regain some of your vision.

The high pitched noise is the incredibly irritating drone of techno-industrial music pumped over the BDSM club loudspeakers. You manage to close your eyes just in time as the next strobe light goes off directly in front of you.

"Ooooh! A swooord! Is that real?" You are greeted by an outlandish lisping voice that personifies every definition of "faerie" you've ever heard.

"Gah! Away foul creature!" you cry as you slash out with your rubber "sword", smacking the poof a decent blow across the chest...

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