It’s mornings like this that I wished “Explosive Runes”(tm), were something that I could actually use. Not that I am necessarily pissed at anyone. Its just sometimes, I have this need to jack with people. Tam calls me an evil fairy. I don’t that’s necessarily true. I’m not evil. I AM however, prone to fits of fuckery.
Esp. when i have only had about 2 hours of sleep.
Weep for me, O Babylon. Gnash your teeth, rend your garments and pray that I never, ever find the Big Book Of Runes.
(tm) Whoever the fuck owns DnD, now.
Evil! Evil! Impolite and evil!
imp then?
Woot! Mischief of “explosive” proportions.
and here I thought I was the only one that just wanted to be evil for the sake of being evil…