The hissing and scraping of the ROUSs got louder and louder. So did the stink. BattleWom gagged. I wish ChooXena and Gohba and Lord BMJ were here.. "Oh well, there's only one thing for it," he

The sun shone brightly overhead in the clear blue sky. BattleWom sniffed the wind and squinted in the bright sunlight. OMGods. Strawberry daiquiris pack a punch! He shook his head. How many nights had

Scouting out ahead of the main party of adventures, nay, Steemlords, the Vombatus Clusterfuckius reminded himself, BattleWom snuck silently through the dank undergrowth of the dark forest floor. Who was

BattleWom was livid. You bet you are! You bet I am! Where had he heard that before? It had never made sense until his whole body was stuck in a loop of inescapable frustration and anger caused by his own

Gohba sat down and ordered a beer. "So there was this bloke Con..." Gohba said, and started to tell them the story of his adventure on Crete when Lord Bmj burst through the door and made his

The local tavern in the Port of Forlindon was the only place BattleWom could find that sold strawberries, so he ordered a bucket and waited. The barkeep was eyeing him strangely. "You're that there