In which gender is discussed, mothers are remembered, and sleep is finally found.
The pair enters the wasteland. Goat cheese is eaten. Names are exchanged.
In which a slave is sold to an unpleasant customer.
When photons bounce off your subs and into my retinas, this is how my headmeats give me numerals.
So you’ve finally done it. With the best of intentions all around the table, your PCs have finally blundered into the blender like curious gerbils, and now they are hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned. They are doomed, unless you unleash Secret GM Gambit #4 on them.
A pair of ladies lace gloves, that once donned, give the wearer a quick, and very tidy manicure. Nails are properly trimmed, sanded, and come out with either 'French' (insert game name) style nails, or their nails colored in the manner desired by the wearer. Useful for removing hangnails, and other cosmetic problems