Sometimes I sit awake at night, wondering if our species exist for any higher purpose than being caught, used to free some golems by a kid with white hair, and locked away in a computer. Do you feel the same?
I always assumed we were needed to demonstrate the power of Grass Knot to later generations...
Dear both of you,
In the far continent that I call home lies an icy temple. In this temple slumbers the master of the beings you guard. But take heart, for I have created him to be the laughing stock of the metagame, so that when he, too is banished to the PC, it will be you who have the last laugh.
"it's that game that is so great it makes you want to destroy your Toilet." -Throwback2780