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Now that's a piece of luck, as you plummet down to the floor, a passing Vulture grasps you in its talons and flies you
away from the attackers. As you fly higher the angry screams of the Knights of the furnace become harder and harder to make
out. You laugh with scorn for a few seconds before you realise that you may not be any safer in th claws of this vulture.
Time will tell.
| This shall be the last mention of horse shagging |
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| Which just so we're clear i do not condone or practice |
O.K, i notice that the text got a bit blurred so i'll write it here.
Knight 1: SINNER! THOU SHALT PAY IN BLOOD FOR TAKING THE HONOUR OF OUR MASTER'S PRIZED STEED! RETURN HITHER AT ONCE!
KNIGHT 2: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? IF YOU'D JUST WAITED A WEEK YOU COULD
HAVE RETAKEN THE TEST! WHAT IN THE WORLD POSSESSED YOU TO BONK A HORSE?!?! I THINK I'M GOING TO BE SICK!
KNIGHT 3: THAT'S A SHODDY LOOKING VULTURE, WHY COULDN'T WE GET
AN ARTIST WITH SOME ARTISTIC TALENT? GRRR! HISS!
CONTINUE
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