Be honest, readers: did you think, honestly think, that JPH and me were going to go back into the dysfuncionally hilarious mess that is Trapped Dead?
Because if you did, man, have I got some good news for you!
Be honest, readers: did you think, honestly think, that JPH and me were going to go back into the dysfuncionally hilarious mess that is Trapped Dead?
Because if you did, man, have I got some good news for you!
In the previous installment of the Warlock’s Cookbook, I captured the city of Elfbush and put an end to the ghostly escapades of a certain spectral wizard whose name I have since vowed never to spell again. Seriously, it was a chore each and every time. If you’ve already forgotten what his dumb name was, read the last episode again. Or just forgot it, I suppose: it’s not relevant anymore, anyway. He’s dead; even dead-er than usual, when he was a ghost.
Ghost Warrior was not my only opponent, though: I also declared war on Wizard Santa halfway through, as I was fed up with his constant extortion and rebuking of my non-aggression approaches. So in this episode, I plan to consolidate my army — again — and march west to grab Monster Central from under his bearded face.
Frost’s beard is a never-ending source of amusement and jokes for me, yes. What of it?