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[hpotto456]

Stev Goldstein was a shrew of a rogue. When quelled, he was gifted a magical sword, whom restored him to his grandeur. When threatened, the sword was his strength. When threatening and FOLLOWING A FUCKING STORYLINE THE SWORD KILLED HIM AND WOULDN'T LET HIM PLAY NEVERWINTER NIGHTS ANYMORE.

Uh-noying.

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[taybull_mannerz]

The shambling corpse reared back and slashed the boy across the face, separating his nose from the rest of his flesh. Fresh, warm blood spewed from the wound and showered the abomination in crimson. The insane beast and the dying boy screamed together in agony and hate. But look behind thee, zombie, for it is a brave adventure come to aid the boy and end your unlife! A mighty swing of a warhammer dropped the corpse to the grass. The boy's wailing was cut off as the dead body fell upon him. It's dangling flesh smelled of the grave. After much struggle and what seemed like an eternity, the boy finally squirmed and shimmied from underneath the decomposing thing. He had just enough time to see the band of fighters running up the path, away from the carnage of battle, away from his cries for help.
That fucking cleric didn't even finish burying my family. Assholes. I'll show them. I'll show them and how!