He asked her to do it. His tone was conciliatory.

He asked her to do it. His tone was conciliatory. His face sympathetic. But his request for this particular kind of human perversion was very far past any normal favor. He

was so upset that she didnt like him that he ran off and

deleted her WoW characters. That level 80 character with all that spoofed up junk and rare items. You remember the days of nethack when you would constantly

be bombarded by narflags who just wanted to steal your sneakers and sell them for parts. I could beat the level 80 character so I turned and ran for the

See'd I (seedy?) knew an easter egg in a game would draw in hardcore gamers. I hinted at cryptic messages with slim wit. Man, I was a firecracker, a real M80.

See'd shook his head. We needed something hardcore, like a Chazmanian devil or greenbanana's popping out of the Levonatron, leading to a Moral End. I was disappointed at the quick

but ghostly death of monster #12. Lady Muriël shipped her assorted monster body parts back to Transylvania to reconstruct them. She regarded corpse parts like Legos. Igor and I

used her pieces to spice up our Star Wars Lego set. Igor stuck legs, sentience, and hair onto the Death Star. "It's...alive!?!" I shouted. Our battle station rose, its tractor beam

locking onto and delivering a sandwich and a beer. So maybe we hadn't taken the most direct route to success but it made for an interesting story, don't you think?