Nomad4life
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I had a stuffed bunny that would tell me great and terrible secrets in the dark, after he had put my parents to sleep for the night.
Oh! You mean in D&D!
Some kind of cursed boots that made my character dance himself to death.
I remember thinking of those same boots later in Jr. high, because I never could dance, and death seemed like a small price to pay for popularity at that age.
Oh! You mean in D&D!
Some kind of cursed boots that made my character dance himself to death.
I remember thinking of those same boots later in Jr. high, because I never could dance, and death seemed like a small price to pay for popularity at that age.