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[Christes]

As long we stay together, my love.

[Tradanbattlan]

...
DO THE REINCARNATION
WE WILL RETURN AS FAWFUL AND CACKLETTA.
FOR GREAT MISGUIDED JUSTICE!

[MrGimp]

Aw man...I kind of had something in mind to happen in the infinite white void...

How could you not want to stay in the infinite void?  Its quiet and peaceful.  Theres no noisy neighbors.  Theres no clutter.  The FPS is really high.  Plus you get to bang the mutilated remains of your girlfriend for 10,000 years before the Gods press delete on your file.  10,000 years is more than anyone else gets.  You're not really even in a hell...its more like a heaven.  The Heaven of Masochistic Bloody Beard Bondage Void Sex.  And yet you would ask for MORE?

Really...how can you be so selfish Tradan?

[Soviet Travolta]

Really...how can you be so selfish Tradan?

He's a bit like your customers 

I dont seem to remember any news about Eagle the Hermit for quite some time. He is one of my favourite Blockedlance characters. How is he doing alone for real, these days?

[Christes]

How could you not want to stay in the infinite void?  Its quiet and peaceful.  Theres no noisy neighbors.  Theres no clutter.  The FPS is really high.  Plus you get to bang the mutilated remains of your girlfriend for 10,000 years before the Gods press delete on your file.  10,000 years is more than anyone else gets.  You're not really even in a hell...its more like a heaven.  The Heaven of Masochistic Bloody Beard Bondage Void Sex.  And yet you would ask for MORE?

If you've got something cool planed, I vote stay.

[MrGimp]

Really...how can you be so selfish Tradan?

He's a bit like your customers 

I dont seem to remember any news about Eagle the Hermit for quite some time. He is one of my favourite Blockedlance characters. How is he doing alone for real, these days?

I had finally gotten him going...then I had to revert the save 3 years back in time.  So Eagles place wasnt/isnt fully carved out anymore.  I had to carve out the big tower cap farm again, water it again, carve an atom smasher again, and smash all the useless rocks again.  He still has to go back down into town to get an anvil and an axe again...I might make a story scene out of it...

[MrGimp]

How could you not want to stay in the infinite void?  Its quiet and peaceful.  Theres no noisy neighbors.  Theres no clutter.  The FPS is really high.  Plus you get to bang the mutilated remains of your girlfriend for 10,000 years before the Gods press delete on your file.  10,000 years is more than anyone else gets.  You're not really even in a hell...its more like a heaven.  The Heaven of Masochistic Bloody Beard Bondage Void Sex.  And yet you would ask for MORE?

If you've got something cool planed, I vote stay.

I'll reincarnate you guys...but some things have to happen first.......

[MrGimp]

Christes and Tradan floated through the emptiness, held together by the dried crusted blood that seeped throughout their matted beards.  They had been here quite some time...and yet, it wasn't even a drop in the bucket of 10,000 years.  They had taken to singing songs to pass the time.

"...9,972,886 bottles of beer on the wall, 9,972,886 bottles of beer!  You take one down, and pass it around, 9,972,885 bottles of beer on the wall..." sang Tradan.  Christes had stopped singing somewhere around 15 million bottles.  She felt she had given it a good effort, after all, they had started at 99 million bottles of beer.  Tradan, however, was intent on finishing what he started.

Suddenly, Armok appeared out of nowhere.  He was carrying a giant double bladed axe.  Christes admired the fine blade as it came down and cleaved their beards.  They screamed in terror and tried to hold on to each other, but it was no use.  Armok took the flat side of the axe, and swung it right at Tradan, sending him flying across the void.  Then he swung the axe at Christes, sending her in the opposite direction.

Pleased with himself for taking away the two dwarves last bit of comfort, Armok whistled as he went on his merry way.

[Tradanbattlan]

Christes and Tradan floated through the emptiness, held together by the dried crusted blood that seeped throughout their matted beards.  They had been here quite some time...and yet, it wasn't even a drop in the bucket of 10,000 years.  They had taken to singing songs to pass the time.

"...9,972,886 bottles of beer on the wall, 9,972,886 bottles of beer!  You take one down, and pass it around, 9,972,885 bottles of beer on the wall..." sang Tradan.  Christes had stopped singing somewhere around 15 million bottles.  She felt she had given it a good effort, after all, they had started at 99 million bottles of beer.  Tradan, however, was intent on finishing what he started.

Suddenly, Armok appeared out of nowhere.  He was carrying a giant double bladed axe.  Christes admired the fine blade as it came down and cleaved their beards.  They screamed in terror and tried to hold on to each other, but it was no use.  Armok took the flat side of the axe, and swung it right at Tradan, sending him flying across the void.  Then he swung the axe at Christes, sending her in the opposite direction.

Pleased with himself for taking away the two dwarves last bit of comfort, Armok whistled as he went on his merry way.

Yay for events. Reincarnation suddenly sounds unfun.

Journal of Tradan
9th of Hell

Armok just seperated Christes and I. Guess he got tired of watching us have bloody sex and gave us more punishment for being dead. All is not bad though. I am down to 99, 854,098 bottles of beer.

Take one down, pass it around...
I'm alone.

[Maggarg - Eater of chicke]

Diary of the inscrutable and incredible Mogror Harbett.

My beard was tingling again today. Something incredibly nasty and evil has happened in the universe, and distressingly, I had no hand in it. Not that I'm complaining, Armok, may his beard grow ever longer, has granted me with plenty of fun. I still savour that little engraving of that food-taster's face when he saw me pop out from the throne, as well as Quarcaine's face.

[Tradanbattlan]

Journal of Tradan
20th of Hell

Ha! Armok hasn't rid me of all comfort! I got down to the LAST bottle of beer on the wall! But then I realised I had no more beer on the wall! That means I can't pass some around... no beer to... pass around...

In a foreign field he lay
lonely soldier unknown grave
on his dying words he prays
"Tell the world of Blockedlance..."
[The rest of the page is torn off]

[Akhier the Dragon hearted]

lordy, lordy
looks like we'll end up all being stuck in a constant recarn loop at this hellhole/mass grave! And I mean those things literally, we have 3 people and counting either already reincarnating or about to, there is a literal hole into hell, and this place is very much a mass grave! Now all it needs is...
well umm...
it also has mega-structures so not that...
Demons check...
now with more lava...
dang it even has fire breathing elves! this is the most perfact place, What else could make it better? umm...

[Argonnek]

Ceiling collapses or flooding like from the 2D version?

[Tradanbattlan]

Bronze Collosi that have elephants for hands?

[Akhier the Dragon hearted]

Not quite, That would just kill more dwarfs in a unexciting way. Now I the collapse is on purpose then okay but just collapsing, not that exciting.