A Strange Occurrence
Posted 29 January 2008 - 01:22 PM
He looks around, sussing out the lie of the land.
Stopping for a quick pint, he looks out, it is nighttime. 1784.
He thinks. Hmm. Must have overdone it on that last nap.
Boomerwang peers around. Clouds of coal dust permeate the atmosphere. Progress, he thinks.
Posted 30 January 2008 - 11:07 AM
Below, his impeccable infravision discerns a frazzled halfling, fleeing an enormous bull.
"Noooooooooooo", screams the terrified hobbit, "my pelvis only just healed!".
Ahh, true love, Boomerwang ruminates.
Posted 25 April 2008 - 12:10 PM
Posted 11 May 2008 - 08:30 PM
But mainly it points out the inability of people to come up with original names.