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ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FOUR: I learned something today, and fortunately it wasn’t the sort of learning that
involved blood loss. Although a visit to the nurse would be nice.
Anyway, when dealing with the undead, never use gender specific
pronouns. Even though that’s a bit tricky, better just not say
anything. Life’s safer that way!
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ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FIVE: I ended up having to see the nurse anyway. All I had to do was not see the gelatinous
cube. In retrospect, I should have thought it was odd that a suit
of armor was just floating in thin air. But really, what is odd
in this line of work? |
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DAY
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX: More trouble with the cube, but at least this time it was trying to eat an iron
golem. I’m sure if those things could get angry it would be. On
the bright side Death-Metal’s never looked shinier! We should wax
him now too or maybe give him some chrome edging and a flaming
paint job. Hmmm... |
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ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE: Turns out eating the Wyvern Queen’s pet Bhir was the last straw, and the cube’s
been rejected by the horde, but we still found a way to have it
serve us. Hee hee hee... Oh if I wasn’t chaotic neutral I might
feel bad about this, but fortunately, it’s really funny! |
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