(Ok here is da deal, I type somethin now, then i give you a couple of choices, the first person to reply does that choice, and adds some extra stuff, then they give some choices, etc. etc. etc.)
And then the funny jar of jam rose from the cupboard. He grabbed a knife and:
a. Screamed in torment and rage
b. Comitted suicide
c. Made a sandwich
d. Stalked stealthily upstairs
And then the funny jar of jam rose from the cupboard. He grabbed a knife and:
a. Screamed in torment and rage
b. Comitted suicide
c. Made a sandwich
d. Stalked stealthily upstairs
I don't care about your name, Red. I don't want to know your name. If you survive your first three or so battles, then maybe I'll learn your name. Not before. I used to learn the names, but it was a goddamned waste of time. Soon as I'd get to know a puke, he'd up and die on me. These days I don't bother.
-Horkin, Master-at-Wizardy
-Horkin, Master-at-Wizardy