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".
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Weapons of Intimate Destruction
I think this guy used to work for the library. I got a work email one day asking if I remembered him. Turned out growing up he was good friends with one of my cousins (with whom I've lost touch) and he recognized the name. He worked at a different location and we never met, but the name's the same and he's in the right state. A different cousin just became a Facebook fan of his business, and I thought the subject matter appropriate enough to share here. Interesting.
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