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In the foul darkness, one figure is guaranteed to fumble, fall over, bark his kneecaps and get beaten up by a Kobold....
See his poorly stitched tunic, his cheap cruddy bow, his brightly coloured and gaudy apparel....
note the watery eyes that myopically peer into the gloom, see his milky white skin to which he regularly applies moisturiser, 'cos his mummy told him it keeps his skin smooth and supple...
he is the worst fighter ever, the ineffective bowman from (near the entrance to) the underworld, more likely to run from danger than to defend his honour....
hear his name and wonder at the horrorifying prospect of his genetics, snort with laughter when you see him in his full and glorious inadequacy, tis indeed he, the return of, DONKEYWAN THE INDIFFERENT ARCHER...... (bam bam bam...)
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