viernes, octubre 28, 2005

Kneatly Knicking the Knapsack
You're picking your way carefully through the battlefield, trying to stay out of trouble, when a Cloaca-Cola soldier stumbles up to you. His red shirt conceals the blood, but from the numerous slashes in the fabric and his belabored breathing, you can see he's on his last legs.

He grabs your arm weakly, and gasps, "Tell... tell my wife... I... I love... the refreshing taste of Cloaca-Cola..."

Then he collapses to the ground, and after a respectful moment of silence, you hork his knapsack.

You acquire an item: Cloaca-Cola knapsack

1 Comments:

Blogger Andrés said...

cough....cough...Tell...tell her...i...prrrfff...ops !...sorry...i...i love...the refreshing taste of Toña...¨¨ ....jajajaja...estos tipos escribiendo historias son de primera !

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