Isho: SPRING BREAK ENDED!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO............. well, it was inevidable. i finished my Fable II game for the second time, real boring. how were you gys while i was away?
Turns out one of the minions died. Spear through the heart. Fuck, that's annoying! Oh well, the last time I checked, the females would be giving birth within the week. Then again, some of the new minlings might be girls so I have that to consider. Oh well, I just have to make sure that no more die. I turn to the bigger group of peasants.
"Right, all of you are going to help me and the minions kill the troll they have. Any complaints?"
One raises his hand.
"Um, yeah. Who said we have to- AUUUUGGGGGGHHHH"
I ordered a minion to him. The brown creature lops off an arm and presses a torch to his dripping stump.
"Because I said so. Any more questions?"
They shake their heads feverishly, bug eyes locked on the now armless, whimpering man.
"Good. Let's go."
We head towards the light in the distance and end up near these cages. One holds a large, pink, blubbery mass that I assume is the troll. When we exit the trees, the hobbits give a squeak and the troll is released. It scratches its butt and sniffs. That is slightly nauseating. Oh well. I turn to my lackeys.
"Well, get him."
They charge, Mr. Stub in their ranks, wielding hoes, spears, short swords, and the occasional pitchfork. The minions join in as well. I'm going to have to aim my fire balls carefully. The troll flings his arms down at the attackers. He then gives up and jumps into the air. I hurled two fireballs and had to stop. I was too tired and I was also marveling at how something so big could jump so high.
The troll screams as the fire touches his face, and comes screaming back down to the ground. He lands with a deafening crash, and my little army finishes off the stunned troll. After it lies still in its own pool of blood, I call them all off. I walk up and kick its head to make sure.
Since it doesn't move, I order the minions to break the gate down so we could get in, while the slaves release their brethren. Once the gate is down, I leave the cheering crowd to seek out my reward, that crane. I'm stopped by the former slaves, who rush up and surround me.
"Thank you!"
"Thank you!"
Some grab at my arms in their revelry. Offended, I make to raise my axe.
"Careful sire, gratitude can come with its own rewards."
I scratch my last urge, Gnarl is right, again. To take control of Spree, it would be easier to acquire their affections first. And when I'm powerful enough to stop any kind of rebellion, I can drop the worthless façade. I do my best smile, which was a sneer.
"Of course, anything for someone in need."
Isho: that's it. you gys should actually look at my poll. byes
