A Sense of Immersion: Troll
You gotta pay the troll toll, if you want this little boy’s soul.
You gotta pay the troll toll, if you want this little boy’s soul.
“C’mon down to Nothic’s Used Adventuring Gear Emporium! Only small amounts of blood on any one item!”
In all of D&D, there is nothing quite like the Flumph.
Eye think that you should run, because you’re being stalked.
A creepy feeling flies up your spine, and a shadow crosses your cone of vison.
Behold your doom!
Rust away all that you fear.