Ugh, my head feels like it’s been split open.
I was lying on the floor in a pool of my own vomit. To my right was the most hideous lady dwarf and to my left was a monkey. I really hope it was the monkey that I hooked up with. The way she was looking at me, l think l may have. *shudders*
I attempted to stand up and felt the whole world roll over me, leaving me nauseated in the process.
Note to self: Drink even more next time so that you're still drunk when you wake.
I took a step forward and immediately found my face planted in the floor.
By Armok's bloodied teats, what sent me sprawling?
I unplanted my face, and turned onto my tuchus. What I saw was a rather thick tome, lying with its backside up. On it was an artfully drawn sock.
No, no, nonononono... NO! I can’t be the next chosen overseer...no!
I slowly rocked myself to and fro, oblivious of the blood gushing out of my crushed nose. This is a horror I would not wish upon my most hated enemies, not even the Armok-forsaken mini-orcs who surround us outside. To take over as overseer of Swordthunder sounds the death knell for one’s sanity....never to return.
Suddenly, I was stone-cold sober, headache and pains went away. I was numb, in shock, and perhaps a bit overwhelmed. So this is it. My lot in life. It may “only” be a year, but so much can happen in a year. I hope I live to the end. May ‘Mok have mercy on my beard.
With that thought, I stood up and made my way out the door, leaving behind the hideous and the beast. I go forth to the madness that surely awaits me. Will I prevail or will I succumb to the madness that is Swordthunder.