:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Wednesday, January 15, 2003 ::

Cripes, forgive me- my fingers have overthrown my absent mind and have decided to throw a typing coup. This happens quite a bit on the guitar where my digits behave like spoiled brats and refuse to go where my well trained musical brain (ha!) has assigned them to.

Oh shit, I think I am possesed... my fingers are receiving a message from beyond....

Fingers: glabklcdculahcklj ulihdl?gbibga98724panoifdjkl

Brain: (translation) The elf stabbed the troll and took his gold tooth, but lost 3 hitpoints because of the nappy plaque on the tooth. The elf dies!

(sorry, some repressed Dungeons and Dragons memory that has been floating in my subconcious unresolved...)

My next project: A gangsta rap version of D&D

Name: Cracky Crack
Race: Elf
Level 16 Rapper/Paladin

Armor Class: 9 (-3 when wearing BMW logo on necklace)

Attributes:

Strength: 15 (+6 when on angel dust)
Intelligence: 16
Wisdom: 13 (+2 when stoned)
Dexterity: 5 (has a wooden leg)
Constitution: 10 (-1 when drinking a 40oz.)
Charisma: 11 (+5 when using golden toof)

Spellz/Weapons: Power to reduce enemies to spineless worms by "dissing" them to tears. He also has an Uzi and a magic rake that is +5 against fools and playa hatas.

History: Was once a member of the famous FTSW rap group (fuckthatshit'swack) until 13 of the 15 members were forever trapped in the Bootay Caves trying to "Tap the Holy Ass". Cracky was the only one able to escape alive and was even able to diss the Evil Masta Pea on the way out with a "yo mama so fat" joke. Mad Props...

:: Ol Man Factory 1/15/2003 12:49:00 AM [+] ::
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