The Kingdom of Loathing

A tasty treat that Charles came across at some point and gifted to Bob and me and I've already gifted it to Julie so I might as well give it to you =p.
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A preview:

You're fighting a G imp

This is an imp dressed entirely in black leather bondage gear. He giggles in a way you're not entirely comfortable with. With which you're not entirely comfortable.

You get the jump on him.

potted cactusThis is a tiny cactus in a tiny pot. It's perfect for gift-giving, 'cause, y'know, nothing says "I'm fond of you" like a harsh, dry, motionless, spiny thing that neither requires nor gives care or affection.


urinal cakeOkay, it's surprisingly tasty, but this really isn't something you should give to anyone you actually like. I guess it's the perfect way to say "thanks for looting my clan," or "thanks for PvPing the crap out of me," or just "I'm not feeling all right today, I'm not feeling that great."

You're fighting a Snow Queen

This frosty monarch is made of a cloud of whirling snow with a regal crown floating on top of it. She's a bit of a fat-bottomed girl, but she hits like dynamite with a laser beam. If you don't stop her now, she'll be the champion. My friend.

She gets the jump on you.

Speak, Frat Boy, and Enter

While moseying (which is like sashaying, only with less of a lisp) through the maze of tunnels in the dwarven mine, you come across an eXtremely lost Orcish frat boy.

"Hey, bra," he says. "I brought a sorority orc in here to make out, y'know, but she totally ditched me and I can't find my way out! Can you help me?"

You agree to lead him to safety, reasoning that you haven't done your good deed for the day yet and you don't want another frat boy skeleton on your conscience. As you wind your way through the darkness, you hear someone playing the longest drum solo you've ever heard.

"Whoah," the frat boy says, "drums in the deep... what do you suppose that is?"

"Be on your guard," you tell him. "There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world."

Of course, he takes offense at that comment and you end up having to throw down with him anyway. You make short work of him, there in the darkness, rifle his pockets, and make your way back to the surface alone.