I was made aware of something earlier today which frustrated me. Mike, a longtime reader serving in Afghanistan, tried to order a copy of my book but Lulu, the company I'm publishing the book through, cannot ship to overseas military addresses or APO/FPOs. If anyone else is having this problem, let me know by sending me an email at rob(at)meatshield(dot)net. I will find a way to get my book into your hands. That's a promise.
See you all Friday!
~Rob
No Dhur! It’s an Axe of Sobriety!
Well…if he just “peed a little bit” Jaine is DEFINITELY not going to want that cloak back now.
An axe of Sobriety? That dosn’t sound too bad. You can drink all you want and never get drunk!
It’s not so good if you want to get drunk.
*slays Mike for such blasphemy* NEVER get drunk??? Why not ask us NEVER to go wenching, or killing, or wenching, or drinking or wenching, or knitting, or wenching, or….did I mention wenching?
What. I like wenching. Don’t judge me.
Reminds me of those old TSR modules.. “After you open the door, there is an alter with what looks to be crusted with many centuries of dried blood upon it. Floating above it is a jeweled dagger/sword/mace. As you reach for it….”.
They knew at least one player would grab for it.
Ugh. “Wenching.” What a creepily lustful word… 😛
Almost enough to convince me to make charisma my dump stat.