With a crackle and hiss the tiny goblin materialized in the center of the cavernous chamber. Disoriented, he glanced quickly from side to side, taking in the astonished looks of the small party of battle weary adventurers who had summoned him, before, finally and fatefully, looking up into the rapidly descending jaws of an enormous dragon. In a tiny, squeaky, quivering voice he uttered the only words of his brief and ill-fated existence... "oh shit".
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Not Sure Why I'm Bothering
Well Kelly and Blue have posted about their nicknames, so instead of commenting twice I thought it would be easier to create my own post. The only problem is I've apparently been bland enough to avoid getting many. In middle school I made the mistake of taking my D&D books to school to read at the end of each class after completing the assignments at the same time that the Dungeons & Dragons cartoon was on every Saturday morning, so for a while I was Dungeon Master. And a couple of years ago a friend, my wife, and I got into bowling while in the habit of using the term "dude," so for a bit I was Lebowski. That's about all I can think of. Exciting, I know.
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4 comments:
But, what about "Strawberry Fist"?
Oh. that one's a gem. Maybe he didn't want the others to know.
Ok, this deserves explanation.
*grin* Yup, that explanation has got to be good. :)
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