Hyrulian Hero
Zelda Informer Codger
Goblin, Goriya, and Camo Goblin have been at the tavern, sitting around a table and knocking back a few ice-cold bottles of mind altering... Chateau Romani. Anyway, you've been minding your own business at the bar but the trio have been growing steadily louder. They're arguing about whatever Hyrule's monsters argue about and they seem to be reaching a fever-pitch. Mr. Gorman seems not to notice (although he's certainly just ignoring it) and so stays being the counter shining a shot glass. A minor scuffle sounds to have started up and you can hear all three cretins exchanging fisticuffs and insults. You've just made up your mind to leave when a boomerang smacks you in the back of the head and that infernal beeping starts. You know, the one that lets you know you're low on hearts.
You thrust your fork into what's left of your octorok calamari like it's the Pedestal of Time and spin around on your bar stool wearing Blizzeta's smile. Stomping over to the table where the three are just starting to really get into it, you pull out your quake medallion and roar, "If you didn't have a real issue before, you've got one now!"
Goriya removes his fist from Camo Goblin's middle and disengages. "Crikey mate, we stopped in for a stubby when these two got my shirtfront telling me I'm no kin of theirs. I swung wide with my kylie, she'll be right." You don't know what this means but it sounds like there's some kind of a disagreement as to the relation of the three baddies. Goblin then speaks up. "He's a lying rat! Told me I ain't no -blin myself! Why I gots it right in me name!" Camo Goblin seems perturbed as he launches into an angry tirade. "SLORP GLOOP BLART PLFTH QUEEQU -BLIN SPLIMPF!" He sounds emphatic. All three begin yelling at each other simultaneously once again. You...
...wade into the fray, Sword of Evil's Bane sweeping. - Turn to page 13
...pull up a chair and have a nice chat about the finer points of what makes a -blin a -blin. -Turn to page 472
...don the Mask of Scents and sniff the running man's sandles. - Put down the book and rethink your life choices.
You thrust your fork into what's left of your octorok calamari like it's the Pedestal of Time and spin around on your bar stool wearing Blizzeta's smile. Stomping over to the table where the three are just starting to really get into it, you pull out your quake medallion and roar, "If you didn't have a real issue before, you've got one now!"
Goriya removes his fist from Camo Goblin's middle and disengages. "Crikey mate, we stopped in for a stubby when these two got my shirtfront telling me I'm no kin of theirs. I swung wide with my kylie, she'll be right." You don't know what this means but it sounds like there's some kind of a disagreement as to the relation of the three baddies. Goblin then speaks up. "He's a lying rat! Told me I ain't no -blin myself! Why I gots it right in me name!" Camo Goblin seems perturbed as he launches into an angry tirade. "SLORP GLOOP BLART PLFTH QUEEQU -BLIN SPLIMPF!" He sounds emphatic. All three begin yelling at each other simultaneously once again. You...
...wade into the fray, Sword of Evil's Bane sweeping. - Turn to page 13
...pull up a chair and have a nice chat about the finer points of what makes a -blin a -blin. -Turn to page 472
...don the Mask of Scents and sniff the running man's sandles. - Put down the book and rethink your life choices.
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