Scenes from my Real Life:

Twelve cigarettes, six pages and a few hours of finger dancing to an Amon Tobin soundtrack finds me ready to wrap up this Saturday night. I've well earned my bowl and Hour of Slack this evening.

The Sunday Sermon:

Scenes from my Real Life:

From the labyrinthine corridors of a high-tech temple to the crumbling ruins of a citadel stationed in the heart of the sun, I have spent my afternoon. Mostly just getting my ass kicked the whole time, true, but every dungeon party needs that dude who serves as comic relief/trap-tester. A job I fulfilled in true Terry Pratchett spirit.

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