Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5675031-20130120025330/@comment-4406357-20130128204407

Some time later, I was out walking, when a short little person limped up and fell near my feet, dying from an arrow. Kind heartily, I stabbed him to finish the job and promptly searched him. I found a nice sword and a weird gold ring. After throwing it in the fire for no reason and reading the elvish script, I gasped and realised that I was in the wrong fantasy land. Thus was confirmed when an old man came in and blathered on about destroying the ring. I put it on, turned invisible, and stabbed him. Taking his staff,I used it to jump back to my world. And keeping the ring. "Darned right stick", the new ring bearer said. "There, I said. That's better"