by Knight Errant » Sat Oct 22, 2011 1:38 pm
"Well for one, people out there rarely kill you... its not as fun as turning you into something. And two, you will have all of us around to protect delicate little you." He looks up as Lucy enters. "Heya."
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...

Click the eggs... feed the dragons.