Even the most despicable and evil Tyrant will be convinced they pale in comparison to this monstrosity.

Knock Knock!

Who's there?

Hold on, this punchline will make more sense behind an actual door.

{This item is silly}

Thirty items from the distant past, some are still used today in different forms, others were one of a kind and have long since been lost or sequestered within dusty old tombs, awaiting looters to bring them back to the world once more.

A short, simple, rough RPG that I wrote for fun. I've only played it a couple of times, so any feedback on how it works would be much appreciated.

Inspired by #35 from 30 Benefits to owning a pet crocodile.

Because somebody had to.

Inspired by # 16 on Cheka's 30 Lizard-man Gifts in-work and Coley's Chart of O' Bashing Death. A gift from the lizard-men. A pet crocodile, as loyal as a dog.

The 5757h layer of the Infinite Abyss. A land of charred black metal and the stench of ever-burning flesh.

Be it a cursed artifact, an angry god, a spell gone wrong, or bad luck, these are just a taste of the strange things that might befall a character.

What do you do when your shield is more courageous than you?

One day nothing, two weeks later they had a pre-con base deployed and instead of a stagnant zone we had a category three offensive breathing down our neck, damn the bastards who came up with that monstrosity, and our own bastards for not having any of our own!

I've seen a lot of things in my time lad, six legged mechs, tanks with arms, jets that turn into mechs, but I've never seen anything like that.

Never?

Never.

One drop for a cluster of flowers, three drops for a tree, no more, no less.

'Life, what is it but a dream?' - Lewis Carroll

Some bags have more 'extra' than others.

The Voyeur's Wand was made by a jealous student of magic who had never had a girlfriend and was envious of those who were part of a loving couple, and wanted to embarass those who were.

"Are you crazy? There ain't no such thing. It's all fairy tales for the stupid and desperate. Even if it were, they all say it's cursed or something. Get back to work."

Why won't this damn torch light?

The result of a disastrous summoning accident involving a fire elemental, a pig farm, and a farmer's daughter, bacon elementals can only be described as delicious.

Being a picky eater as a vampire can be quite troublesome.

Some people have neither good nor bad luck; they instead have a certain whimsy of fate attached to them, placing them at the center of bizarre events whether they wish it or not. Joseph Random is one such individual...