So, I was a seasoned warrior out on the plains, slaying the troglodytes, the griffins, the wisps and whatnot. But they still ridiculed me. Even though my might was unmatched, my prowess on the academic field was flimsy and weak. "I have proven I am the toughest after years of hard work and sweat. Maybe it is time I change my arena and slay the really tough monsters, such as P vs NP or String theory." After waddling over to the local library I settle down at a table with a few books. "2+2 and You", "How many slices of Pizza?", and "Why you keep hitting me Apple?" will perish in battle today. It's easy to concentrate because a troop of ghosts sacked the place years ago leaving the shelves and tapestries in upheaval. No one dares come here anymore. 

Derelict Library

After retiring from a long and adventurous life, you settle down to become a museum curator. One day you receive a shipment of jars to catalog. Inside is a unique jar, seemingly made of black metal. Upon examining it further you are no further to discovering it's secrets. As you sometimes do, you sneak it home to admire it further. That night you drink wine from the black jar as you believe the creators did. It gives you a funny feeling, and the room swirls around you. In a flash of blue electric light, you wake up being in the same shape as you were 30 years ago, your greys have disappeared, and your eyes no longer need glasses. Yes, this is one artifact you'll be keeping in your personal collection.

Studying Jars

It was supposed to be a fun boat ride.Just a three hour tour of the Grenald Gulf to catch some merlins. But a storm came through and tossed us to who knows where. Now I'm sitting on this beach enjoying the sausage party while drinking coconut water and blasting my butt out. I probably should have drowned myself when the boat capsized. It would be better than pretending Steve isn't trying to hit on me...

Long Way From Home

So there I was, face to face with the King of Marauders himself, Old SnarlSabre. I had just finished slicing through his security guards, leaving each's body a pile of fleshy bits. But I was lanced on my sword arm, and was afraid I wouldn't be able to do the old lout in. I remembered I had me lucky dagger by me side. So I did what any sane bloke would do, pretend I was about to keel over. I slumped forward, dropping me sword and clutching me sides. When Old SnarlSabre came to end me life, I pulled me dagger out and lunged for his throat. *Hisss* Blood Sprayed everywhere while SnarlSabre fell clutching his neck. I made out well with the loot too, 10 chests of gold coin and rare gems. I tell you lads, Luckiest Dagger you'll ever set yer eyes on. 

Lucky Strikes

Step 1: Slice through Zombies.
Step 2: Dodge Dragon and Fireballs.
Step 3: Enter Treasure Room
Step 4: ????
Step 5: Die Trapped in Dungeon

DungeonAdventure

Winter had just set in. It was terrible news for me. After the peasant revolt I was left with acres upon acres of berries left to harvest. When the berries thaw, they will be useless for even wine. Without the profit from my fields, I have naught to bestow my lord. As I walk through the glimmering fruits, snow falling down around me, I contemplate what to do. I steel my resolve and begin plucking the glimmering raspberries then placing them in my sack. It may take all winter, but I am not losing this castle.

Raspberry Sparkle

GrievingWinter

They said it was a haunted house. We set up our cameras and plasma packs in a corner room rumoured to be where the famous serial killer Red Bumby hung himself before cops could get to him. The night grew cold and windy, and the house began to sway. Eerie whistles rang from the drafty and broken windows. All of a sudden we heard a CRASH upstairs. Jern took his cam to look for signs of ghosts, but came running back. "WE HAVE TO GO! THE ROOF IS CAVING IN! WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME!" Suddenly, the walls buckled in half, dashing any hopes of saving our equipment. "LET'S GET THE EFF OUT OF HERE!" I yelled and dashed toward the front door.

ItsNotSafe

Tunnels

Oh god, Mushrazor(*TM) almost murdered my party. Thank god -Cool Member- showed up to save us all. He's so cool. I may be the hero and destined to save the cave system, but -Cool Member- gets all the girls and does cool stuff like drink whiskey and smoke and win all the arcade games.. And he has a sweet eye-patch. It's probably hiding a cool robot eye. -Cool Member- is so cool. Why isn't he the hero?

Jeffrey Miller