stealthlol wrote:Matthew "LoLgers" Rogers,
I write to you today, shivering to the bone in the cold, mountain regions of some region beginning with a W. I built myself a fire in an attempt to defeat this chill that persists. I can slay dragons, but a bit of snow will stop me in my tracks. Who knew? I find myself walking a lot lately. And walking. And walking. If I end up outside of Mordor, I will not be surprised. But I've heard of a wonderful place that will teach me the intricacies needed to survive as a magic-man. I suppose my journey started when I found myself running in fear of a saber cat. I can shoot fucking fire out of my hands, and this cat has me running and jumping up mountains?
I think it will be a few more days before I find my way out of this cavernous place. There are plenty of fire pits, lots of skeevers to eat, and the occasional skeleton in a hanging cage. Hell, if that body had enough time to rot to the bone, I'm going to guess this is the road less traveled by and that will make all the difference.
Enjoy your barbecues and outings. I'll be here thinking of my long lost friend. I hope to see you again soon.
Kevin "LoLgers" Gardner




