Lowtax:: "And so... mortal man... I must ask the eternal question.... subs or dubs?"
Zack: "Alas, poor Yorrick, I knew...Yorrick...Yorrick?" and he starts stabbing into the fog with his cane looking for the skeleton.
Lowtax:: "Is it just me or is this rat tea a real letdown?"
Lowtax:: "I should never have grabbed a 22 ounce of it at the QT."
Zack: "I have the graveyard until 10:30 so PLEASE turn off your fog machine until I am done. Thanks in advance."
Lowtax:: Oh that's fog? I thought they were burying people in cotton these days.
Zack: "I put my name on the sign up sheet for the graveyard three weeks ago but those prancing sex skeletons think they can just rave in my time slot. Well I am going to really drag out this monologue now."
Lowtax:: "Plus now I must wait for my flying death orbs to return to me after they finish off Reggie Bannister."
Lowtax:: Why are there sandbags piled up behind him? Is this WWI trench warfare?
Zack: He's trying to control floodwaters.
Lowtax:: "GEORGE BUSH DOES NOT CARE ABOUT DEAD PEOPLE"
Zack: If God Is Willing and Da Dead Don't Rise!
Lowtax:: Shit, shift's over, gotta change the syrup bag in the rat tea machine.
'We’re going to be in trouble!' Little Sister wailed, clutching her favorite book to her chest and sobbing. 'This isn’t fun like a story anymore!' But Big Sister was not listening, she was thinking. She grabbed Little Sister’s book from her and ran into town, yelling 'Help! A book made me and my sister hurt someone!'
I've been wanting to meet you all for the past few weeks, but I guess I cut an intimidating figure. I'm the new guy, with the cool job you've all surely been gossiping about. Yep, I'm the Lead Loremaster, and I'm here to enrich everything we do with much-needed lore.
Zack Parsons, Steve "Malak" Sumner, and friends tackle bizarre role playing game products that make them wonder, "What the fuck!?" From the early days of Gygax to contemporary role playing games, none will be spared.