Ironically enough, the last edition of the Debateam started with me pondering about our stupidity…

Last time we proved a point, it was not an isolated incident that made us seem stupid, Christ, signing the dotted line without a second thought? We deserve it (all of us, especially Macaberitos), I reckon that even a beaten kobold who fell from the cradle all throughout his childhood wouldn’t consider selling his soul like that, not that our soul is worth anything anyway…

Now, about the grave elemental, I never read the statistics, I was unaware of the powers, but even if I were, my character isn’t thus she would never run away (!) and to all those who are not proficient in the lore of monsters, get used to it, your character is unaware of the creature’s might (who now lies in ruin…), besides, I think that if we didn’t have a chance we’d be notified by the gay keeper of the world…

Next, can someone please tell me why is it that every time a priest who worships bender, the god of bending, heals you, you are left with a nifty scar? What’s with that? Can we stop it? No? Well, it was a nice try…

More? Ok, how about that deck of many things? I’m sick of being Even Steven! How can the modron (who is really slacking off to a point of cog throwing! I mean, if he cared less he’d be Kritz…) always gets all the crummy stuff, the bender is always ahead and I get even? How?!?

I would like to share with you now the experience of being a kambatz…

At 19:00 I talked to Eyal, he was very nervous (gee, when does that happens?) the following events were all a blur; the conclusion was (after I called almost everybody twice!) was that we play in the shelter as usual…

What was the big fuss about from the first place? I really think someone needs to get some (maybe in Haifa with the president of the gay biker club) and relax a little…

Our last issue is relevant for the title of the page – the educated priests…

You see, long before man was using tools, even before lingual skills were developed, there was fear, fear of the great unknown…

What was it that made fire? How was the sun shining? Where did lightning come from? The answers were simple enough – my power created them! Yes, priests were there to help the common people understand the multiverse around them…

All was well until one day came forth a man who doubted the powers beyond, this man made the rest of his kind come out of the caves in which they were hiding and speak the unspeakable aloud, the priests were dumbfounded, what were they to do? Salvation was never far when you were a true believer of the powers, and thus rose a priest who urged the rest to become educated, to learn more about there gifts, to read about their fascinating spell abilities, and to make more of themselves…

From that day on, priests became scarce, they were turning to a feeble shadow of their former selves, having never lifted their nose from the books, and they started phasing out of existence…

The morale of the story? I don’t know – what am I the lady of pain? Just stop it! Ok?