You place your HAND on the LITTLE RED DUDE'S SHOULDER and try to cheer him up.
Then you punch through his SKULL with your FIST and he turns into a pile of DUST.
Looking around the room and seeing a lot of interesting things, you decide that the most pressing matter is to ask about that one guy's CYBORG EYE.
CAD: Hey, what's with that guy's cyborg eye?
GW: Ah. That is a long story for a different time, Wizard. During the last war, many of us were eye-plucked by our vicious foes, though some of us were lucky enough to get cybernetic replacements or other prosthesis. Those were ill times, my lad.
Huh. Well, time to loot!
3 comments:
Thats a stealth King Lear reference, isn't it?
Finally, an issue that I am passionate about. I have looked for information of this caliber for the last several hours. Your site is greatly appreciated.
So many eyes lost.
Like reading an R.A. Salvatore novel, or picking a picture in Fallout Tactics.
Either way, waste of good eyes.
~gCrusher
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