Dungeon Stock Part Five, Final.
My senses come back to me. I'm sitting in a plain white plastic chair in a small room, a tiny casual-looking office. Much about it seems designed to put people at ease - there's a real houseplant hanging from the ceiling, photos of smiling children beside it, even a hand-drawn picture done by a child pinned up on the ( Read more... )

Dungeon Stock, Part Four
I regain conciousness in the form of an orc - oh, great, another low-level monster. In the game, the less powerful of a monster you are, the greater the chance you have of being killed, to experience the agony of physical death yet again.

I'm in a small village, and a few other orcs are around me wandering about the crude ( Read more... )

Dungeon Stock, Part Two

A couple of hours later and the goblin beside me is weeping but trying to be quiet about it because the hunters are approaching.

I can tell from the cadence of the sobs that the goblin is probably my friend Singh, so I hazard a guess by whispering the name to him. The goblin looks up. "How...?" A few gulps to get some ( Read more... )