|Klaus van der Kroft|
Some of my favourite favourites:
Saint Caleth wrote:In Bhutanese art, a flaming penis is a sign of good luck.In real life it's a sign of very very bad luck.
My favorite misspelling is Monster Manuel. I want to meet THAT guy.
Usually, I'm an adventurer. I traditionally plunder the loot, kill the bandits, and buy the fancy stuff with the spoils. Unfortunately, do to the recession, I'm the guy who does the banditry. Not my finest moments. I barely had enough to buy my Longsword, let alone armor. What about my family? I have to feed them as well!
Now, picture this, I'm sitting in a cavern, chilling with my buddies, counting some money that we recently "Obtained" from some rich "Donors" when suddenly this group of people show up. Now, it could be anyone, but nooooo it's a freak show! I mean, since when do Dwarves, Elves, Orcs, and Humans even get along?! I'm willing to bet at least half of them were "Hidden Nobility" or "Destined for Greatness" or even "Experts in their Field." How come nobody ever comes into our hideouts just to say "Hey, Tirq, how's it been?" It's always "Die you bandit scum!"
Monsters aren't the only ones with problems... *sniff*