oblivious to the plot against
him being instigated by the
infernal lord of all undead.
Unfortunately, the doltish prince had
rode out totally alone, on
his white destrier, only to
realize he forgot to bring
"Vow of Poverty?", he whimpered.
mangy goblins attempting to block
his path, he wondered how
monks do that thing where
he hewed goblins, his sharp
bronze blade cutting huge swaths
through the goblin ranks, bits
of face and spleen flying
like candy from a pinata.
They howled and chittered as
the redoubtable prince effortlessly slaughtered
a berserk danse macabre. When
his demigodess paramour caught up
the sliced and diced goblins
and him, standing alone, covered
in bile and gore, made her
eyes mist in bittersweet adoration.
"My hero!", she breathed. "You
twinkle in the life wet...
danced like an insane hobo
" She revealed their clockwork child,
Ricky-Ticky-Tavi the clicking
only happens in new models.
mad quest against all life
possessed an adorability unsettling to
the minds of mere mortals.
Ticky, the clockwork boy blinked
in confusion at his father
whose brow had become furled
the little hand getting bigger.
have any more spaghetti! Golly
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