Somewhere in the Steel League, 5889:
“So your town is cursed, you say?”
“A demon or god makes its burrow beneath our town. It rises once a year, and everywhere it’s shadow falls turns as cold as the bitterest winter. The Natives use to placate it, somehow. We've been less successful."
“Have you tried to kill it before?”
“Several times--and failed. Other hired adventurers. The old meat locker was made into a makeshift tomb if you’ve like to see--”
“That won’t be necessary. Two questions, Mister Mayor: Do you have enough in the town treasury to cover our fee--and do you have any dynamite hereabouts?
You can never have enough dynamite.....
ReplyDeleteMister Mayor, never pay it all up front. It never ends well when you do.
ReplyDeleteHappy Groundhog day to you, too!
ReplyDeleteRun for your lives! It's the Punxsutawnus Rex!
ReplyDelete@Angry Lurker - A truism worth engraving on a tombstone.
ReplyDelete@Tim - Yeah. You'd think he wouldn've learned by now.
@Sea - And too you too!
@Bard - He's a groundhog that covers a lot more ground.
Hire Bill Murray to deal with it.
ReplyDeleteNice...and sure to lead to some very loud noises. Fun Stuff!
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