Encard: What a cheerful little place this is... Anyone want a strange looking blue thing that I found in one of my pouches and have no idea the effect of?
Encard sits down and begins to try to admire the landscape. It is very difficult. He turns his attention to Milamber.
Encard: Welcome! Want a strange blue thing? it might taste good with beer! Then again, it might explode in beer killing everyone here... err...
Encard tries to ientify the thing, but his spell recoils and knocks him down. He gets back up and tries to figure out what to do next.
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Bow down to the Weasels of Apocalypse! RaBid Fruit Trees! RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! Miniature Exploding Demonic Demons of Doom, Death and Desruction!
[This message has been edited by Encard (edited 08-31-2001).]