by Knight Errant » Thu Sep 29, 2011 2:19 pm
"Ugh... this is like, totally-" She slaps her hand on her mouth. "WHAT BY THE DRIPPING ICHOR OF YOG-SOTHOTH DID YOU, LIKE, DO TO ME?!"
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.