And Lord Rogean equipped the Neckbeard Gauntlet, snapped his fingers, and suddenly the split that Nilbog had caused was reversed. In the blink of an eye, long forgotten elves re-appeared in Norrath and struggled to re-acquaint themselves with the new reality of a re-merged existence.
The legendary Shoveler materialized in the forest of Lesser Faydark in this new dimension, conjured from a combination of fairie dust, ambient mana, and flatuence from Equestrielle. Regaining his post-orgasmic composure, he stood up, pulled up his greaves, and clutched his Shovel of Justice tightly after spinning it around like a fucking Jedi for dramatic effect. Off in the distance, panties dropped.
What new adventures would await The Shoveler? What evil would--
Yendor has been slain by a orc centurion!
LOADING... PLEASE WAIT
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Another witty, informative, and/or retarded post by:
"You know you done fucked up when Yendor gives you raid commentary." - Tiggles
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