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Quote from: Argonnek on December 16, 2012, 06:50:21 pm

I can't help but think that he's less a legendary wrestler and more of a legendary perv.

Heh. Can I sig that? I find it oddly amusing.

Feel free.

Oh, hey it gets better. He's a Milker.

The mental images... They burns usssss....

This is a damn interesting story.

... How, exactly, did a random burst of animal cruelty in one of my adventures lead to no less than two pieces of fanart, wild speculation about what happened to the rabbit in question, and raw modding?

Nope. I had nothing but the shirt (and robe, and cloak) on my back, some food for the road, and my trusty rock, which fell with me. I didn't leave a donation at the Museum - though, for the record, if I had become a vampire I would have happily charged into the city sewers, killed the monsters beneath, and brought that first cave fish man's corpse to my hometown. Only then would I have considered my quest complete.

Not just yet, sadly. The local populace doesn't much like gigantic swarms of undead rising from the depths.

I travel through the depths, searching for the exit. I seem to have forgotten where I have been. This can not be coincidence. Dark forces are at work. Perhaps... Perhaps I must become a vampire as well? Legends say that they need not breathe. But where will I find one? I shall speak with the locals once more...
Wait...
First, I must rid myself of this swarm. The living seldom consort with the dead. I attack one, hitting it in the shoulder with my rock. It staggers back, and the rest stop dead and stare at me. I believe that I have rid myself of them. Heh.


I find a merchant in a cheese shop and tell him of one of the pitiful creatures my minions killed in the dungeon, and ask about a vampire.

These people are completely useless.

After I seethe for a moment, I ask about interesting things in the area. He tells me of an abandoned Dwarven fortress of Tongsrace. From his tone, it is a place of death for all who attempt to observe its depths. Perhaps the swarm of bodies I left in the dungeon could be useful here.

After mere hours of travel with my horde of shambling undead, newly recovered from the dungeons beneath the museum, we arrive at the eastern border of the territory known as "Tongsrace." Even at this distance, I feel something... Wrong.

A ghost of a dwarf that looks like it was once a mason now follows me, glaring balefully at me as I make my way up the hill to the fortress.

HORROR!
A great demon attacks my army of undead! A gigantic feathered snail! Patchy grey feathers barely cover its obscenely bloated body. It has yet to see me, thankfully, but my hapless undead are not so lucky.
They fight, and they fall.
They fall, and I raise them.
I raise them, and they fight.
This continues for some time, but the creature is killed. I cannot raise the body, but monsters such as this should stay dead.
Throughout, the mason's ghost follows me, a threat to my safety that my horde cannot defend against. I must be cautious.

Damn! That filthy mongrel ghost attacked me! Shattered one of my ribs I think. I'll have his head for this... If.. I.. Can stay focused.. through this pain...

Uhg!


Had I only been paying more attention, I would have survived longer. But hey, I had fun. I am attempting to upload the file now. It's a big'un.

Preferably a very dark, depressing one. I'm not sure why, but I have this sudden urge to read a depressing story, be it novels, comics, manga, or whatever. A google search brought up only depression help sites and this one story about a missing hat, so I was hoping the B12 community (which is known for its madness and death) could suggest some good ones.

This city is completely abandoned. Every shop, every house, empty. I keep to the shadows. Nervous. Maybe the castle is populated? The cave fish man is here somewhere. Maybe in the sewer.
There are more dead than living, but the keep has the few remaining people in the town within its walls. They seem listless, staring sadly at the multitude of bodies that litter the floor but making no attempts to remove them.
I ask a tanner about my quarry, and in a hollow voice he tells me to search the sewers. Joyless eyes follow me as I leave.
As I make my way around, searching for an entrance into the sewers, I hear shouts. Not or terror, not of pain, but of advertisement. I see a market populated with many more people than I had anticipated even existing in the decayed remains of this city. The peddlers plead with each other to buy something, anything. As I approach, some start calling out in joy at the sight of a potential customer.

Their eyes stare greedily at the pouch of coins that I recovered from the bandits. I leave and find my way into the sewers through a stair behind a building.

Empty. The entire sewer, as far as I could explore, is empty. No living creatures, no water, no sewage even. Just aquatic critter corpses and holes so deep that I can't see the bottom. I leave quickly and make my way toward the river. There are access tunnels for the sewer, but entering them is a guaranteed death. Unless I can stop needing to breathe...

I speak with a shopkeeper in the market. He tells me of a museum, where there is kept the secrets of life and death. Life and death? Maybe I can learn how to stop breathing...
I buy some rat weed for the road and make my way to Dinnerwandered.