Published by Jeremy on 5/12/2005 05:31:00 PM
Trust me, Dustin, you don't want to run that epic game. Brigitt is sick and utterly wrong and could just lie back and have a nice nap, since Stumpy and Bartlesby would kill everything in two rounds just fine without her.
We *could*. If you really wanted to get your hands dirty, we'd let you take your turn killing the epic archdracoliches, too.
"Gaddamnit. Is that another Dreadlord with an army of demons?"
"Looks that way..."
"Fuck! These things piss me off."
"I killed the last batch. You kill 'em this time!"
[Grumble] "Brigitt! Damnit... she's alseep."
"Hey, why don't we send in the monk?"
We *could*. If you really wanted to get your hands dirty, we'd let you take your turn killing the epic archdracoliches, too.
"Gaddamnit. Is that another Dreadlord with an army of demons?"
"Looks that way..."
"Fuck! These things piss me off."
"I killed the last batch. You kill 'em this time!"
[Grumble] "Brigitt! Damnit... she's alseep."
"Hey, why don't we send in the monk?"