Olgar Shiverstone
Legend
Aauughh!
I post this from the darkness of my besieged office, where I huddle behind the faint glow of EN World's black screen, wondering whether the end will come first as suffocation or failure of a SAN check.
The dust bunnies are taking over. Now while I admit that even in the best of times I am an indifferent housekeeper, and my darling spouse suffers from the Flaw of Phobia: Housekeeping (traded for the Feat of Quilting Master, which provides precios little defense at a time like this), we have generally been able to keep the swarms under control. This despite the fact that our three shelties have the ability to Spontaneously Summon Dust Bunny, and that two of them actively work against our swarm control efforts with their ability of Favored Enemy: Vacuum Cleaner.
That was until today, when I chose to plumb the depths of the kitchen on a dust bunny eradication patrol. It seems they have been breeding behind the refrigerator, where the interaction of cat and sheltie dander has finally transmogrified the normal variety of Rabbiticus sneezius into a fiendish dire variety that is nigh on sentient.
I knew I had lost when my +2 vacuum of hair eradication sputtered, coughed, and finally died. The fiend crept forth from its lair, a red glow (or perhaps long-lost red-hot candy) emanating from deep in its fuzzy snarl. I was forced to retreat to the office, clutching my reserve Swiffer of dust entrapment, for which I have but one reload. I fear it shall not last long against my cunnintg foe, which has already sent its scouts beneath the door. I would retreat outside to the woods, but I fear the Others are about in the deep snows; I have seen their tracks. At least my Swiffer provides some defense against the creatures within.
I hear a scritching at the door, and a whisp of hair is floating gently across the room. They have found me! Desperately, I pull out a d20 for the final SAN check ... aieeeeeee!!!
I post this from the darkness of my besieged office, where I huddle behind the faint glow of EN World's black screen, wondering whether the end will come first as suffocation or failure of a SAN check.
The dust bunnies are taking over. Now while I admit that even in the best of times I am an indifferent housekeeper, and my darling spouse suffers from the Flaw of Phobia: Housekeeping (traded for the Feat of Quilting Master, which provides precios little defense at a time like this), we have generally been able to keep the swarms under control. This despite the fact that our three shelties have the ability to Spontaneously Summon Dust Bunny, and that two of them actively work against our swarm control efforts with their ability of Favored Enemy: Vacuum Cleaner.
That was until today, when I chose to plumb the depths of the kitchen on a dust bunny eradication patrol. It seems they have been breeding behind the refrigerator, where the interaction of cat and sheltie dander has finally transmogrified the normal variety of Rabbiticus sneezius into a fiendish dire variety that is nigh on sentient.
I knew I had lost when my +2 vacuum of hair eradication sputtered, coughed, and finally died. The fiend crept forth from its lair, a red glow (or perhaps long-lost red-hot candy) emanating from deep in its fuzzy snarl. I was forced to retreat to the office, clutching my reserve Swiffer of dust entrapment, for which I have but one reload. I fear it shall not last long against my cunnintg foe, which has already sent its scouts beneath the door. I would retreat outside to the woods, but I fear the Others are about in the deep snows; I have seen their tracks. At least my Swiffer provides some defense against the creatures within.
I hear a scritching at the door, and a whisp of hair is floating gently across the room. They have found me! Desperately, I pull out a d20 for the final SAN check ... aieeeeeee!!!
GAME OVER!
