Blog-by I

My fingertips are on fire right now, so I'm committing another mini-blog, much like the ones I've been posting since yesterday. I swearfogawd I'll be back to my usual tomfoolery soon, including but not limited to "Ooooh miss girl work it" at Luke & Leroy last night.

But for now, I issue a challenge:
Make a story out of this... I already did.

She crept stealthily through the camp as they slept. Draining the one guard outside of her tent had been easy. Battling the entire camp would not prove so. Waking them now would insure her death, for although she was wampyre, they were wendigo and to them her flesh was a delicacy...

Ok, I'm going to go let my wampyre princess whoop up on some ass.
Bang.
You've just been a victim of a random shot from the hip.

- gone for now