Hector
Hector begins muttering rapidly under his breath, sketching out angles and distances for his next spell. "Kyrek, could you get George to move, say, ten feet closer to Quentin? This next spell is pretty finicky."
Hector
Hector begins muttering rapidly under his breath, sketching out angles and distances for his next spell. "Kyrek, could you get George to move, say, ten feet closer to Quentin? This next spell is pretty finicky."
People seemed to like this better, but only marginally so - the way one might prefer to be stabbed than shot. Optimally, one isn't stabbed or shot. Optimally, one eats some cake! But there are times when cake is not available, and instead we are destroyed. This is the deep poetry of the universe. -- Tycho Brahe
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No-Life King
The Master of Life and Death
Captain of the Damned
Do you have what it takes to face the Uncertainty Lich?