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<blockquote data-quote="The Goblin King" data-source="post: 1759496" data-attributes="member: 10970">Dear W,Given the choice between certain destruction or eternal damnation, who would choose oblivion?&nbsp; Serving my Lord is not bad but I have become dissatisfied with my job.&nbsp; It was fun having cool powers, at first.&nbsp; I get all sorts of perks.&nbsp; I have artifact armor and weapons, slaves, free tutoring in the black arts of necromancy, my very own castle of basalt overlooking the river styx, and a new warstrider crafted from soulsteel and the bones of a tyrant lizard.&nbsp; But tormenting villagers and bringing death to creation is a drag.&nbsp; I have tried to pick myself out of this ennui in various ways to no avail.&nbsp; I can find no solace between the sheets.&nbsp; I know that any women or men I bed will eventually grow old and die while I will remain forever young.&nbsp; Drugs have little effect as I seem to be immune to them.&nbsp; I have kidnapped the very best artists to entertain me with song, dance, painting, poetry, and scultpure.&nbsp; I then tortured them all to death when they failed to move me.&nbsp; What can I do to put spice back in my life?Signed,Angsty in the UnderworldP.S. I hope your advice does not dissapoint me.&nbsp; I am such a fan of your column and of course, I am watching you right now.&nbsp; Bye!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Goblin King, post: 1759496, member: 10970"] Dear W, Given the choice between certain destruction or eternal damnation, who would choose oblivion? Serving my Lord is not bad but I have become dissatisfied with my job. It was fun having cool powers, at first. I get all sorts of perks. I have artifact armor and weapons, slaves, free tutoring in the black arts of necromancy, my very own castle of basalt overlooking the river styx, and a new warstrider crafted from soulsteel and the bones of a tyrant lizard. But tormenting villagers and bringing death to creation is a drag. I have tried to pick myself out of this ennui in various ways to no avail. I can find no solace between the sheets. I know that any women or men I bed will eventually grow old and die while I will remain forever young. Drugs have little effect as I seem to be immune to them. I have kidnapped the very best artists to entertain me with song, dance, painting, poetry, and scultpure. I then tortured them all to death when they failed to move me. What can I do to put spice back in my life? Signed, Angsty in the Underworld P.S. I hope your advice does not dissapoint me. I am such a fan of your column and of course, [I]I am watching you right now[/I]. Bye! [/QUOTE]

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