bucks and worship me like
maybe I’m too crazy, nevermind
I'm gonna go excavate level
14 of the newly discovered
Bathhouse of the Chaste Succubi.
Malcanthet built the place to
increase tourism to Faerun; however,
the bathhouse was woeful understaffed
with dretch towelboys, a nasty
Thrall of Juiblex pool cleaner,
a Nalfeshnee masseuse named Squinty,
and a Balor as lifegaurd.
Thus, the Bathhouse only attracted
the worst, most depraved kind
of undead, the colossal sewerwight
tourists from west of the
with the booming business, the
employees of the abyssal spa
decided they wanted a piece
put up a "self-service only"
dungeon level, where visiting adventurers
could fight themselves for treasure
. "Ha! By stabbing myself, I
learned a new spell!" exclaimed
Billy "headwound" McSpizzle, the necromancer
haberdasher. "Delayed Blast Terrain will
next Governor's Ball." 'Headwound' chuckled
, "And Ruby Ray of Roasting
Rhinos declaired she just needed
a very special component to
complete her ritual of summoning
the fiercest, most powerful flumph
ever!" Lightning crashed as Headwound
his unsuspecting party members, who
were buried in blue chunks.
After extricating themselves from the
plethora of white clad corpses
and now-purplish sludge underfoot, the
adventurers looked around for their
adjectives and verbs. They smurfed
the smurf outta that smurfin'
Gargameld punk, with his smurfed
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