My dog is actually a 'he'. And the last I saw of his nose shot through the window during the initial explosion fifteen minutes ago. If I can track it down, I'll certainly try your idea.
That's it. I give up. I try to summon an unspeakably hideous elder god thingie to devour souls and shit, and I just wind up giving a dog gender issues. That is some lame-ass magic.
quote:That's it. I give up. I try to summon an unspeakably hideous elder god thingie to devour souls and shit, and I just wind up giving a dog gender issues. That is some lame-ass magic.
That's what you get for buying the Readers Digest version of Evil Spells.