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[akeyoftime]

I played LiveJournal Dungeons for a while this morning, but I wasn't doing very well. Why?


You pray to Whatsupdog. A bolt of lightning strikes you!

You pray to Jezebeau. A bolt of lightning strikes you!

You pray to Userlain. A bolt of lightning strikes you!

You pray to Idrasong. A bolt of lightning strikes you!

Jezebeau and Userlain were sometimes lenient, but the former did kill me (I died of his wrath!) in one adventure and I learned to stop supplicating to Whatsupdog altogether. Jerk.


Other amusements:

You quaff the potion marked 'FIBROMYALGIA'. It tastes foul.

You are walking through a dusty throne room. You notice a chiselled epitaph to nittle grasper.

A wooden sign warns of dungeons and dragons.

Bones are scattered in the shape of kung fu.

Resting on a plinth is a figurine of Jumila. It's the figurine of wondrous Gigi!

You are walking through a crumbling cave. You hear the sound of larp in the distance.

Comments

[akeyoftime.livejournal.com]

They blessed me sometimes. Userlain and Jezebeau were pretty half and half. But today was alllllllll about the smitting.

[jezebeau.livejournal.com]

That's SMITING! Taste my wrath! Ooh, grapey!

[jezebeau.livejournal.com]

The best one I got was:

You quaff the potion marked 'WRITING'. It tastes like questionable content.

[whatsupdog.livejournal.com]

Hey, maybe if you made me a few burnt offerings every once in a while...

[akeyoftime.livejournal.com]

It's because I wanted to raise Luna, isn't it? Stop punishing me for that!