12-23-2009, 11:41 AM
DMX: *Pops out from another randomly spawned hole, which casually had first swallowed all the soldiers into nothingness* We got trouble. I seem to have offended the locals of some other dimension. Again. For the eleventh time. In this month.
*Elves, Undead and Orcs start popping out from the madeshift hole, starting to wreck havoc everywhere*
DMX: I'm starting to think I've to work on my diplomatic skills.
*Elves, Undead and Orcs start popping out from the madeshift hole, starting to wreck havoc everywhere*
DMX: I'm starting to think I've to work on my diplomatic skills.