carved a spear out of his Slurpy straw and lunged.
He missed stabbing Thulsa Doom by a scant millimeter, so
he got bored and walked to look for high adventure.
Feeling abandoned by Conan's departure, Thoth Amon decided that he
and Sonja might as well get some action going, with
a game of blackjack, which of course required journeying to
the fabled desert city of Vay-Gasz, located deep in the
realm of the dread enchantress El-Falash, a creature of
delectably delightful dancing skills who also happened to serve a
tangy salsa, the likes of which was unknown in Stygia
but common in Aquilonia. Indeed, her salsa had been awarded
an ENnie award for "Best New Salsa Based on a
Computer-Based Role-Playing Game or Comic Book Movie"
The competition had been fierce - amongst others, ThunderCats, Swamp Thing
Sigmund and the Sea Monsters, My Favorite Sleestak, Three's Company,
and even Conan's own Hyperborea Adventures, which many suspect was
the work of Vincent Darlage, a priest of Set who
enjoyed spicy foods and a great deal of kitchen talent.
While crossing the road, Thoth-Amon was hit by a
Naked Barbarian singing show tunes baddly,while swinging his big
jar of salsa purchased recently from the shady street vendor.
Blessed with the spine of an Axeman he shook off
the monkey on his back and continued his journey to
Vay-Gasz, where the flashing diamonds beckon those who lust
for the enticing lure of boundless mortal power...and salsa.
Across the Black River, the picts were getting restless. They
tired of throwing craps in alleys, and wanted a taste
of something new, something like Blackjack, or maybe Roulette. They
felt, as blatant Amerindian ripoffs, they should build Casinos of
Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh. They'd hire The Trump to run
around in circles while they hurled banana-cream pies at
people and yelled "You're Fired!", while raking in obscene profits.
Needless to say, but Sonja found it a silly place.
However, when Sonja discovered the slot machines, things changed rapidly.
Within minutes of their arrival, penguins attacked the casino mercilessly
in order to quench their thirst for risky propositions. These
stalwart comrades from lands apart strode forward into the restless
den of iniquity, thrashing all they saw to within centimeters
of their pathetic, soulless existences. They then proceeded to investigate
a disturbance in a supposedly haunted tower. People had reported
the haunted tower was suspected by people of being haunted.
But these so called "hauntings" were actually a gang of
meddling kids who had set out to solve mysteries in
accordance with ancient rituals of worship normally reserved for use
by really nasty tentacled monstrosities that make even Conan think
twice about venturing into a ruined city hidden away in
the bowels of the earth. Conan, of course, was not
in the habit of adventuring without getting drunk first, so
he grabbed a flagon of cheap wine, the nearest wench,
and a bucket of KFC, and then he went to
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