Hey Dungeon Master Guy,
I run a game here in Tennessee. We call it Caves and Critters. I guess we
both run into the same kinda stuff. Women always wantin to offer you sex
to kill off their ole man, people stumblin into rooms, drinkin up all the
moonshine, eatin up all the possum before the rest of "The Bunch" (That's
what we call an adventure party) gets to it. And the weapons! Whew! Pick
handles, "Daddy's Colt Pistol", car antenna's, baloons full of battery acid,
a jaw full of chewin tobacco, I have yet to see a critter that wouldn't back
off with his eyes full of Beach Nut Juice!! Magic? Yep we got that too. The
dreaded "Fart of Mirth", the Magic Tampon and the lucky Possum foot just
to name a few of the over used ones.
Yep we both share the same troubles.
I just wanted to let you know you ain't alone, we go through the same trouble
and strife. Why just over the weekend I had a woman want to know if she could
sling a sock of wet cat shit at the giant "Wet Back Monster". I had to laugh,
we both know that cat shit don't bother him, ha ha ha. And like there, everybody
here wants to be either "Skunk Man or The Magic Snail." Just wanted to let
you know that you ain't alone. Hope to converse with you some more later.
Brave Willie, Gensing Picker, Poppy Farmer, Snake Catcher, Critter Killer
of all kinds, and Reverend of the First Church of the Devine Light of Trust
me I wouldn't Lie.
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