Greatfather Winter made me do it.

The old codger wants cookies and milk.  Cookies and flippin’ milk.

So he sends me out to kill endless Moonkin.

It’s not like I can swing by Kroger’s and pick up a dozen, is it Old Man?  You’ve sent me on an errand of death.

greatfather-winter

Oh, I remember those Moonkin.  Often enough I found myself running from them.  This time around it was painless.  They never knew what hit them.

Cookies and milk.  Dead Moonkin.  Is this world mad??

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Gamer. Engineer. Lived lots of places.
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