I had no idea. That explains the scream last night. I heard "FAX THIS PAX!" Edit: Ha, I claimed this page. Wallow in pathetic shame, for I gain this page.
Elder creatures scheming The demise of the dungeon Fax their harbinger (Just humping on the bandwagon )
No trap-sight again. Named monster counter attack. Just one more re-roll. Wretched loss of life Has surely taken its' toll Wow five hundred hours
muscle diggle ow muscle diggle ow ow ow muscle diggle ow cloud gremlin ow fuck cloud gremlin cloud gremlin fuck cloud gremlin ow dead mummy is easy mummy is easy peasy what the fuck corpse boom i am best vegan i am make diggles fight yes i am worst vegan lol acid bolt trap lol firespout, lol gargoyle i think i'm drowning this diggle hell place is kind of swingin'; oh god no what is that thing they promised me no life and aluminum snorting; i only got one wanted: evil lich no reward, just warm fuzzies maybe lots of booze ad: adventurer seeks wand polishing partner no thrusties this time become anything, they said; alcoholic seemed like a decent choice fifteen floors, really and no one bothered to make a working bathroom
No substitute. For certainty absolute, Promethean gift. Evil rampant lich? The answer is obvious: Set the world aflame.
Elves want to have fun. I'd rather have a challenge: Going Rogue again. Lutefisk Paradox: It angers most shopkeepers, Brax will facepunch you. There's an evil chest, what could be inside the box? Mostly painful death.
Haikus ahoy! Adventurers come! Gold-filled dungeons await you! Risks are small, honest! Rogues hide in shadows Their movements undetected Cowardness beats death?
Infinite loot in sweet wizardly dimensions. Vegans unwelcome. Wizard's lost keys, bending time to bend metal. Smith of Ages, I
