04-07-2009, 07:02 PM
When I was 1986, I started playing Dungones and Dragons. After about a year of playing, Guys in my circle of D&D friends all started making home-ade swords (and buying a few real ones) and we went out to an old abandon sugar beet factory and tried to re-enact some of our D&D adventures. At least untill we ran into some Satanists that tried to run us off. Aparantly we were in there territory.
"Sir, You need to get out of your car, there is a train comming."
"Why ummm... uhhh did you ummm... feel the need to errrrr, god why can't I type!!"
"Why ummm... uhhh did you ummm... feel the need to errrrr, god why can't I type!!"