Sit back and listen while Gandalf spins you a true yarn, an inspiring tale of bravery and woe. I decided to go check out shame last night. Not a bad place really, few really rowdy brown guys, but you get used to the constant interuptions of your peaceful walking. I stopped for awhile to practice some Tai Chi, you know get the karma in balance and stuff, when about 5 of these brown things attacked me. Cant leave me alone. These things are a lot like women in bars, they cant keep their hands off me. So I found myself laying some more smack down. Guess what. These happy patrons were carrying around a fortune in gems, for no real reason. I happily retreived them and went on my way. Soon I come accross another merry and obviously drunk individual by the name of Etminutz. He seemed a very jovial character so I decided to ask him if he knew where a fun loving guy could get some action. He replyed with In Por Ylem. Hmmmm, in where? I reply. But nothing came. I thought the least he could do would be to attack me. But instead he replied, "LoL Hey Newbie, What you doing in this dungeon?"

Deciding this guy speaks rather strange I replied, "I am here to kill you sir." I think he started choking on his tongue for a minute but he quickly regained is previous composure. "heh, umm you couldnt kill a mongbat. Heh. How do you pk? LOL" At first I thought he was just a little drunk. Now I realise he is just a boring cunt.

Journal of Events from that point on:

Gandalf: In Por Yelm
Gandalf: Kal Vas Flam
Etminutz: In Vas Mani
Gandalf: Corp Por
Gandalf: Corp Por
You see a Corpse of Etminutz.

I must apologize for my next comment. I dont really know where it came from, but at this point I broke down and decided to toss forth some smack talk. "Heh, How do you like that motherfucker?? Eat what??" I soon recollected my previous composure and quickly thanked him for his donation to such a worthy cause and went on my way. There are some strange people in the lovely world of Brittania. If only I could understand some of what is said to me. Phrases which are said to me on a regulare basis like, " Gandalf, Can I be your wife?" or, "Gandalf, You are truly the Lord." I guess I will have to wander the lands, beating the crap out of every anti roleplayer. I would point out at this point that I am not a real roleplayer. Speaking like one is oft times fun, and can be extremly infuriating for people. What art thou doing on the floor Etminutz? And pray tell, why you are naked?