It doesn't take hydrogen gas. Or riding a shuttle.
Or snorting on the whitest, finest powder this side of La-la-land.
(It might take an extra spoonful of sugar, but maybe that's just me.)
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Pixelated livingHIGH
Storyteller
Fiction, I write
The Gabbles
I'm one for character portrayal, amn't i?
No, the mercs do not meet Sauron, the Lord of the Ring, on their way. Sorry, awfully, for the disappointment.
Cue for tears and hugs all around.
Sad? You don't half of it as yet.
Call me a twisted Machiavelli.
sigh.... warms your heart, doesn't it?