Monday, June 3, 2013

Why I Game, Part 1 (of infinity reasons)

Because your children's old toys can be used to strike absolute terror in your friends . . .

The fighter in front (hell of a paint job by not me) is played by my wife and didn't get quite as badly mauled as the cleric and the monk did.  They killed the crab just as it reached the water with the barely conscious monk in one claw.  It was then returned to the Gorram Cat for flinging about the house.

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