stories
Everyone was down, bleeding to death. The Mage, the Cleric, the Thief, and the Bard. Since my sword was broken because I fumbled earlier, I switched to my Elven Long Bow +1. However, the Dungeon Master told me that my quiver was empty and I couldn’t shoot the remaining troll without any arrows. Running out [...]
Read more→
stories
I was a horrible person in 1995. My sense of responsibility was non-existent. I laughed at every bill that arrived in the mail. The fate of the envelope was one of two possibilities: opened and thrown away or unopened and placed in a growing pile. My financial situation was comparable to a Baghdad chandelier maker [...]
Read more→