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Fiend-- Week 16
DAY ONE HUNDRED SIX: You know, the sword’s chatty, but it was never growing out of my ass, which is a great big plus! Still, I might not be stuck with him. The goblin docs have a few ideas, which is really very unsettling, especially when they point and giggle. Oh hell.
DAY ONE HUNDRED EIGHT: Any day you wake up in pain with a huge bandage around your waist is a day you should go back to sleep. So I am.
DAY ONE HUNDRED NINE: There are worse things than waking up with a big spot of skin missing. Especially when it’s looking at you... from a jar... and it’s still alive. Oh, this is too creepy, even for us!
DAY ONE HUNDRED TEN: We're swinging back into action. While plans are underway on the home front, we've sent out our scouts and we're pretty sure they've returned... at least as far as sheep go they look familiar.
DAY ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN: Once more we’re taking it to the Forces of Light! But not in person, that hurts too much. Instead the goblins are building what they can ‘The world’s biggest freakin’ trebuchet which will blast their asses ta tha moon! Then we just gotta blow that bitch up!’ Which I think translates to ‘We’re all gonna die!’
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