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I'll
start with a blow to the face and then attempt to stop his retaliatory
onslaught with my newly acquired Dwarven shield that I affectionately
refer to as "Farley"
It's a little odd that even though I swing my sword from right to left
across the screen, they always recoil in the opposite direction. But
that's less important than thrilling news of my victory over the
over-sized midget. It did not come cheaply, and I am now down a few
delicious roots. If these trends continue I may have to start snacking
on my travelling companion. And I'm not even Ukrainian!
Who's that hiding behind all that teleportationy glitter? I sure as shit hope it's not...
Ah Hamburgers. If isn't short bus edition dear abby
Fingers crossed he says "an axe to my massive face hole"
Must have drifted off there. What he actually says is "Bring Me the
Heads of three things long dead". What a brain teasingly tough riddle.
Hmm, what have I come across in great numbers that could possibly fit
this stringent criteria the Throblin provided? I'm beginning to think
he's got a little crush going with the way he's hounding me. Now to
think of a delicate way to try and extricate myself from this
conversation
As delicate as it is tactful. No wonder I was kicked out of model UN
for being far too good for the rest of the class to hope to compete with
And you all through I was wasting my time by scooping up each and every
one of the 350 skulls I've come across so far! Now I've got a monopoly,
and I intend to squeeze every last ounce of goodness out of it that I
can. Should I tell him, or let him sit and stew?
Who the hell ratted me out? I swear to sewer christ Farley if you
fucked me on this one these sewers will be your grave. I've killed
before for less, and I'm jonesing to kill at least one of every species
while I'm down here
I'll give you the skulls, but it's in your best interest to just give
me my reward and be off like a tiny wire on the Challenger launch
What's it going to be? New sword? Some delicious shit-tree root? Another magical item?
A key...shaped like a...pink triangle. Look, maybe I should've been
clearer from the start, but I'm not really that interested you outside
of a being a friend..or, well, at all really. Thanks for the not so
subtle key, though
I can tell by the way he leaves without saying a word that I hurt his
feelings. It's going to be a little awkward if I ever see him again,
but I can't have Farley getting the wrong idea and going back to his
people to tell tells of the heroic adventurer Drake and his
inter-species fling with a...goblaerie? Faelin? Just what the toilet
water jesus is that guy? If he's a guy at all...
We're both in such poor shape we're lucky that toe stubbing didn't
finish us off. Good thing there's a pink fountain on the way back to
the erotic wall
I'm back, baby! I'm going to tweak this shit like fresh but barely
functioning ubuntu install involving a wireless network card. But after
that's done it'll be time to find out exactl what those drain controls
do other than cause massive amounts of personal satisfaction
Oooooooh, drainage. With those two walls out of the way I can finally
forge on to the last, hopefully enemy free section of the sewers. That
scroll I read earlier that talked about a monster that killed the
remaining Stonekeep men was probably just a script for a local theatre
group's edgy new play satirizing the Shadow King's apocalypse
What is this monstrosity and why is it eyeballing me like I was a
japanese school girl who hadn't finished her homework the night before
because she was too busy battling panty thieves and dealing with a
gangly neighbour who suffered from constant volcanic nosebleeds
whenever she bends over in front of him
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