October 21, 2016

Smoky Beast vs. The Whiskey Warrior

Amidst the decaying bones and rusted armaments of fallen would-be heroes, the Whiskey Warrior edged his way into Smoky Beast's lair. The overwhelming odor of peat smoke stung his nostrils and his eyes watered from the preponderance of blindingly strong alcohol in the air. Steeling his reflexes, WW gripped the helm of his broadsword with anticipation. Step after step he descended deeper in to the dark cave. Then suddenly a gust of wind blew out his feeble torch and he was left standing alone in darkness. Alone, he thought, until he heard a thunderous growl echoing all around him. He turned just in time to see two scarlet crescent-shaped eyes racing toward him out of the darkness...

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