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![]() Partly out of stubbornness, partly out of spite, the band of brave adventurers found themselves walking through the Dutch doors of the Hotsy Totsy following Starday. Their persistence was rewarded with a small pitcher of mediocre ale for the listed price. A noble spirit embiggens the smallest man. The designated plane shifter approached the bar for a followup request: "A Coke, please." ![]()
![]() "HEY KIDS. DEAD? ABOUT TO BE DEAD? I'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, YOU'RE NOT ALONE. DON'T GET RIPPED OFF BY THE PATHFINDER SOCIETY, WE'VE GOT OPERATORS STANDING BY TO FIELD YOUR DESPERATE PLEA FOR HELP. MILLIONS OF PEOPLE HAVE CALLED 1-666-GO-TO-HELL AND TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF OUR LIMITED TIME OFFER!" *pulls up a thick book entitled 'Pathfinder Society Rules'* "25 REPUTATION? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" *rips the book in half* "THERE'S A BETTER WAY FOLKS. HELL'S RESURRECTION PLAN STARTS AT 2 REPUTATION PER MONTH for infinity months! BUT WAIT! ACT NOW AND WE'LL THROW IN YOUR FIRST SIP OF WATER FOR FREE! THAT'S RIGHT, FREE WATER IN HELL. I BET YOUR PRECIOUS CLERICS DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT, DID THEY?" "BUT WAIT! THERE'S EVEN MORE! FOR THE FIRST 100 CALLERS, WE'RE SLASHING THE PRICES! ARE WE INSANE? OUR ACCOUNTANTS WILL BLESS ME FOR DOING THIS, BUT I'M GIVING THE NEXT 100 PEOPLE A 50% DISCOUNT! ACT NOW! 1-666-GO-TO-HELL! 1-666-GO-TO-HELL! 1-666-GO-TO-HELL!" No purchase necessary. Long-distance charges may apply. Infrequent, but severe side effects may include eternal nausea, inversion of limbs, and servitude to the Dark Lords. |