That little stupid bastard. Ok yesterdays entry was entirely wrong, completely and utterly wrong. I mean for one I did not cower at all, that part is insane, for two, he didn't "murder dance" his way to anything. You know I had hoped he would talk up my heroism so you wouldn't think I make that up, but no he insulted me, made up some kind of crap about his own lack of ability and that was it. Completely underwhelming Nidget! So I'm going to tell you the real story, because I have to make sure records get set properly.
"We're doomed." I was of course rational about things and correctly assessed that our current combat situation was to say the least a bit imbalanced against us.
"Well at least I get to die with you Trezlan, its always been an honor to forever be your servant." Is what Nidget would have said if he wasn't a snarky dick. No I will not put pen to paper to express what the little ungrateful shit did say. Nidget's unhelpfulness aside I did have some pent up magic waiting to burn more not Lorentino cultists straight to a bad place. Which I did, I scorched those jerk offs straight to death (why did I freak out initially? Because dear reader I always worry that magic will not win the day). Smacking my hands in satisfaction I prepared to leave with a now humbled Nidget (he was very humbled, you can trust me).
Unfortunately the real leader of the cult arrive and he was a super huge dick. A super huge dick with magic. I mean dick like jerk, not like he was an actual penis with magical powers, though admittedly that's a very funny thing to imagine and I'll be laughing about it all day, so now I can't finish this entry. So uhh you're not welcome?
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