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July 27, 2007

Jim: Every Saturday Night In Tim's Basement

“Can’t my Elven eyes see in the dark?” Tim asked.

Not this dark.

“Then I light a torch.”

You don’t have a torch.

Sam grinned. “Hey, I have a torch.”

The Dwarf has a torch.

Tim rolled a die. “I light his torch with a fireball.”

“Wait a sec!” Sam yelled.

The torch was in the Dwarf’s backpack. You incinerated the Dwarf.

Sam scowled. “Way to go, Asshole.”

“Why was the torch in your pack, Buttwad?”

“I’ve got a two-handed axe, Dorkweed. D-uh!”

You hear claws scraping against stone. Something is being drawn by the tempting aroma of roast Dwarf.

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Comments

Hmmm. This is close enough in content to David's post to be disturbing. (Or outright plagiarism. Hehe!)

Posted by: Jim at July 27, 2007 3:17 PM · Permalink

Nah, yours is D&D. Mine's a computer game. Totally different.

Posted by: David at July 27, 2007 5:08 PM · Permalink

Awwww, I'm all nostalgic for high school D&D days now. Oh, did I just admit that out loud?

Posted by: Sealyon at July 27, 2007 5:34 PM · Permalink

High school?! It's what I'm doing tonight.

Posted by: David at July 27, 2007 6:32 PM · Permalink