Hi. This is pretty OT (like that Tiagaron story, that looked cool btw) but I've been writing a drunken story lately (The Hoggit -- did I ever mention that?) It's about half done. Could you all tell me what you think? It's at <thedude.webjump.com/hoggit.htm>, because it's 83k, too big to post here. And here's my teaser, to make you all go and read it.
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. . . Grandoaf was also the only one who knew about the hidden evil that festered in the corners of Lower Middle Earth, behind the unhidden malicious disgustingness such as hoggits, dwarves, and everything else I've written about. He knew that the dragons sat in their lairs collecting money via evil, twisted pyramid schemes, and how the goblins were multiplying deep underground and collecting more and more welfare. Even the adventures of the wise often go astray, and there was no-one wise within a hundred leagues. A shadow seemed to pass over Grandoaf's face. "Blasted thing," he muttered, and adjusted the visor on his cap.
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Go and read it... c'mon... tell me what you think... please... if you don't, I'll cut my legs off... c'mon...