|Imprisoned with the Fools|
|Date Published||Tuesday, March 15, 2005|
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Thrown in the pit, they wonder why they even went to the place anyway...
- Ice Cave, in a Pit of Doom
|Black Mage||So here we are, staring down the gaping maw of death.|
I have to wonder why those godless little nihilistic mutants are in such a hurry to kill us.
It's not like we could survive the thousands of miles of ice or the vast oceans beyond that.
Speaking of which...
|Black Mage||What in the hundred hells are we doing on a continent of ice anyway?!|
|Red Mage||Sarda sent us. There was talk concerning the frozen bowels of the earth.|
|Black Mage||Other than you guys, and especially Fighter, my hatred of Sarda is without peer.|
|Red Mage||He said we'd find an item of great power that would help us to fulfill our destiny.|
|Thief||This is a barren, featureless wasteland.|
The only people we've met are a band of Cultists half mad from starvation who are bent on destroying the world through incest.
|Thief||Then he threw us into a pit.|
There is no item of power in this dead place.
|Red Mage||Do you think he meant my Cold Fusion Generator?|
|Fighter||Maybe it's like a box of cereal and the special prize is buried at the very bottom so you have to dig and dig and dig to get it.|
|Black Mage||Oh god, is that why there was always cereal on the kitchen floor?|
I thought you were just a slob, I didn't know you were elbow deep into the box.
|Black Mage||How often do you wash your hands anyway?|
|Fighter||Once a week whether I need it or not!|
|Black Mage||I'm going to be sick now, please make room.|
|Thief||Hold that horf.|
My keen elfish senses detect something in this pit...