You had a very long day patrolling the palisades against bandits and hooligans of all kinds. All you want to do now is choke down the cheap ale that you can barely afford on your guard salary. This one simple pleasure is currently being robbed from you by that horrid halfling who won't stop ranting his poetic lyrics about the escapades of some heroic character who never cut a guy like you any slack. If only someone would outlaw these garbage minstrels like the bandits they really are.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Auctions, how you betray us
We almost had it, but alas, it was to good to be true. At a local auction establishment there were a number of skids of sci-fi and fantasy novels for sale. That's right I said skids of books and not just garbage either but big name authors and classics of the genre. Well we were undercut at the last minute, our prize stolen from us like eternal life from Gilgamesh. Maybe I'm being a little high on the drama, but it was a SKID of books! Also there was a taxidermy fox there that I needed to have; sold last week. A travesty. Where will We Hate Bards get its Christmas Fox from now!
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