Klinderas asked me to answer some questions he’s been getting. He says it’s “good for our Public Relations”.
Which is a pile of bull-crap. Undead as PR? Are you serious? We’re uglier than your rat-ass, you pansy elf!
Go get a hair cut!
HEY! Get that dog away from me. I swear to god that if it tries to run away with my arm again, I’m going to eat it’s brains for breakfast.
Good. Stupid Dog.
I SAID NOTHING. LEAVE ME ALONE.
In any case, lets answer some of the questions that Klinderas was too air-headed to answer himself. Git.
What is a Tree Frong? – aoirselvar, A.K.A as Bob.
That is a very good question. A tree frong is a type of fungus found inside of damp areas, frequently under plant roots in moist caves. They are pretty hard to find, but when you do, you should pick them. They taste like a sweet potato, but with a bitter aftertaste. I use it to counter-point and accentuate the brilliant, vibrant, and overly sweet taste of Gnomes. Doesn’t go well with Warlocks though, nothing ever does.
Survival or Beastmaster? -Search Engine Term (SET)
Well, there’s good and bad to both. Survival hunters are generally a bit stringy, and are tough to chew. This is because of the amount of training they go through, their muscles get exceptionally tough. On the other hand, cooked properly, survival hunters are a delicassy and used to be hard to find. Now everyone is trying to be one, and the large majority taste like crap.
Now, Beastmasters are a little easier to find, and they’re easier to chew. They also come with a delicious side dish! The only problem is getting a stomach big enough for them.
Can I be you friend? – Some dude
Now, kids. Lets be clear; you can do anything you put your mind to.
Now, lets be honest. Not likely.
…Is that it? Is that all?
Hrrmph. Then I’m done here. Klinderas, here’s your mob. If they want more stuff answered, they should send an e-mail(slowwolfblog[at]yahoo[dot]ca) or ask via Twitter. I’d be happy to answer some questions.
… so long as you keep the gnomes coming. They’re like hallowe’en candies! Small, sweet, and gone in 2 seconds.
Thank you Colemand. Leave the chair. Now please. Thank you.
I apologize to all the gnomes out there. I assure you that, despite you being small, annoying, and mindbogglingly still living, I do not feed him gnomes. Lepergnomes, maybe, but he doesn’t care.
Just don’t actually tell him that, ok?