After killing, her way across the seven continents of Hysteria in the service of the great, wise and good Luvya Tree Barstuvia has found herself amongst a band in a tunnel. Having much experience in war, including fighting in the Jungles of Bongo, maiming in the Mountains of Wackystan and peacekeeping in the Streets of Handybag - Barstuvia was unfortunately, and to soon in her young and beautiful life of slaughtering baddies and stealing their stuff, beheaded by a band of Mimists who hated the Great Santa because he though they were bad. Unfortunately she has not killed enough bad people to have her soul rest in pieces, I mean peace, and the Great and All Powerful passed her through his own body – what an honour she thinks (inject sarcasm) - before spitting her - coated in Celestial goop- into the Labyrinth to kill more bad stuff while saving some potion or vial of life. Saving the vial of life sounds like a good idea when you are dead, though she hates it when her God pushes her around, or pushes her through his body to Celestialise her, yucko.
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