-7- [Dashedarrows] (5) The Legend of Dashedarrows part V

Urist McZenerbufen pointed a crossbow around the corner. twang twang twang A demon exploded in a green burst of goo. Death was such a relief. It freed one from worldly pursuits such as feeding 100 dwarfs, and making rock mugs for nobles. It allowed one to focus on the more important things. Like the hordes of demons invading heaven.

Thus Urist McZenerbufen was caught completely unaware by the messenger awaiting in town. The messenger had a letter, from the beekeeper.

"There has been a fuckup, and it seems the fuckup fortress has no overseer. Normally we would appoint one of the locals to this task, however the place is aptly named. Those poor fools won't last two months on their own. I have been unable to find a suitable overseer in the mortal realm at this time. Everyone seems to be in a strange mood, rambling on and on about something called a mine cart! I would do it myself but administrative rules clearly prohibit it. So, if the afterlife could spare you for another year would you mind coming back and haunting another fortress into shape? The fortress will surely perish without you. Help them, Urist McZenerbufen; you're Dashedarrows only hope.

-katringa the beekeeper"

Zen asked of the messenger, "How large our our forces?" "Oh, in the millions. There are so many that the great mechanisms in the 'Server Farm' used to keep track of you all melted down. We had to send emergency repair teams in to repair them. Don't worry. You won't be missed. we already got your money", "What was that?", "Oh nothing."

Zenerbufen left the fields of demonic battle. The Legend of Dashedarrows part V is soon to begin.

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