Friday, July 7, 2006

Mission Blog for Emma

Roy crawled to the edge of the abyss. Below him thousands of baby unicorns swarmed over the crystal landscape, creating a hypnotizing swirling effect. This was his first time on Genuflect 9 and it would have been a scene of uttermost peace of it werent for the nagging case of dysentary he had picked up on the flight over. He suspected his travelling companion, a Dark Lord Elvish Mage of the Third Class who smelled of yeast. As he lay in a brown puddle of his lunch, he sighed. Ironically "shit" wasnt in his vocabulary.