…of filth ridden, flea invested, dirty, rotten zombie pirates!

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Sure, I had to wade through pestilence infested skeletons, senselessly roast rabid wild boar over an open fire, and shived a multitude of cantankerous Elves camping under the stars, but it was worth it. Look at this view!

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

2 Responses to The hills are alive with the sound…

  • Alley says:

    The hills are alive with the sound of you ricocheting off every rock on your way down. Spinning, honestly?! What’s next, handstands?

  • PeteWi the Disoriented says:

    Well, I admit, a jubilant twirl may not have been the best choice to celebrate the spectacular albeit somewhat precarious view. I did become a dash light headed and may have taken a misstep, which might have lead to a somewhat accelerated and unexpected descent to the bottom. Had I actually “ricocheted”, the landing certainly would have been more in my favor.

    Come now, a handstand would have been reckless and irresponsible. I have also come to realize that should my head be located beneath my feet, I am involved a dire predicament.

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