Smithy's Lamia Date, Part 2
As I'm sure we've established, I am not a fast learner.
By any means.
But could I really subject myself to more punishment just for the odd chance that I might actually get some?
Of course I could.
I mean, duh.
So, once I had managed to drag my bloody body back up that cliff, I decided to give it another shot with the Lamia.
I've been burnt alive in Dynamis. It's going to take a little more than a cliff to stop me.
At first, I couldn't find her. For giant snake-ladies, these babes seems very good at hiding.
Since I couldn't find her, I decided to ask a Fomor for help.
GoblinSmithy>> Hey, man.
GoblinSmithy>> Wait... are you a man?
Fomor>> What do you mean?
GoblinSmithy>> Well... you're all ugly and shadowy...
GoblinSmithy>> And evil looking.
GoblinSmithy>> I wasn't sure if "man" was a good description.
Fomor>> Like you're good looking or something.
GoblinSmithy>> Compared to you, anyone would look good.
Fomor>> Not you, small, short, and ugly.
GoblinSmithy>> At least I don't look like a iPod commercial.
Fomor>> Shouldn't you be leaving?
GoblinSmithy>> Shouldn't you be dancing?
He stomped off sulking after that. At least, I think he was sulking.
Hard to tell with that face.
On an unrelated note, I wonder why I have trouble making friends.
I was about to give up my search in frustration, when I see my girl.
And the guy she's with.
That couldn't be...
GoblinPathfinder>> Heya, Smitty.
GoblinSmithy>> What the hell are you doing here?
GoblinPathfinder>> I'm having lunch with my new girl.
GoblinPathfinder>> Smitty, this is Lamia.
Lamia>> We met.
GoblinPathfinder>> Really? How?
GoblinSmithy>> I politely asked her for directions.
Lamia>> To my pants.
GoblinSmithy>> And then she threw me off a cliff.
Lamia>> Technically, you threw yourself off the cliff.
GoblinPathfinder>> Why did you throw yourself off a cliff?
GoblinSmithy>> Stop saying cliff. No more cliff.
GoblinSmithy>> Say it again and someone dies.
Lamia>> Can I choose who?
GoblinSmithy>> Shut the hell up.
GoblinPathfinder>> Don't talk to her like that.
GoblinSmithy>> Or what?
Lamia>> I'm going to have to hurt you.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh yeah?
GoblinSmithy>> You and what army?
*Low rumbling sound*
Lamia>> That one.
Right at that moment, a horde (as in a large group of people, sorry Warcraft fans) of skeleton warriors appeared from around the corner.
It was like being attacked by 1,000 Calista Flockhearts.
All she did was point at me and they descended like vultures. Like skinny, ugly, nasty vultures.
Did I mention the swords?
And what do I hear as they pummel me to death?
GoblinPathfinder>> Looks like they had a bone to pick with him.
Could it get any worse?
Lamia>> Look, honey!
Lamia>> A path!
I hate Lamias.
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Almost forgot, there won't be an update tomorrow because I have to attend a memorial service for my ex-wife.
Note to self: remember to kill ex-wife tonight.