I shot every round I had into that thing.

I shot every round I had into that thing.

In desperation, I threw the damn empty pistol at the ichor monstrousity. "Ow!" it burbled from one of its many orifices. "You sure know how to hurt a guy!"

"Oh you like that, huh?! Well you're gonna love this!" I gave it a 7-fingered gouge to the eyeballs, stomped on it's instep, and grabbed it by the tail. I tried to lift it up but

then I hesitated. Did I just give it a 7-fingered gouge? I let go of the tail &look at my hands. I counted ... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 huh? 8 9 10 11 12 13 14! Why didn't I noticed before?

Because I was in Mormlia, the Realm of the Luxurious. Everything here was esconced in furs and gold. Thus, I was blinded by stuff and did not notice. In this realm I could

eat anything I saw. I decided to eat a gold plated mail box on a mahogany pole. It tasted like chocolate. More strange floating stuff got in my eyes, I went totally blind! Escar

gots in butter didn't help my lost eyesight, despitewhat the tarot reader said. I had too much gold floating in my veins getting into my optic nerve. I needed my blood panning

Street corners selling a good time became librarians at the Temple of Forgetfullness and Pleasure.

They were very happy to finally have time to catch up on their reading.