By Gwen Bowman
Bet that’s not a question you’ve ever asked.
Crazy children playing
Dungeons and Dragons late into the
Evening. We travel
Far and wide, seducing
Gullible shopkeepers and
Hitting foolish mages.
It’s a wonder we’re all alive. Our
Journey is hardly begun, yet we’ve already
Killed cruel cultist demons, just to make a
Living. After all, we needed to
Make money to buy all the
Numerous condoms and the
Occasional magic candle, and add-ons to a
Pan with both fire magic and
Quite lethal poison spikes. Not to mention the
Rug the idiot Dragon Boy
Simply had to have,
That ties the room together. An
Utterly useless item. Still, even with the overly
Violent Halfling, silly Dragon Boy, foolish Elves, and more
We make a wacky, but wonderful fellowship.
X marks no spot on our map.
Years will pass before our
Zany crew’s quest shall end.