Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34904368-20180502082239/@comment-11882399-20180504054929

"Be prepared" is my motto. And being physocally unfit to lift a sword, much less drive off a band of Amazonesses, I have to rely on my wits and someone else's sword arm.

Therefore I pick up a little package from my house and head up to the mountains, alone and unarmed, towards Ogre territory.

Luck has it that the first one who spots me, a rather voluptuous raven haired she-devil, is in the mood. As she advances on me I simply smirk and pull out of my pocket my secret weapon: sliced first quality raging mushroom. I start seeing red. I could say I screamed something like "HULK RAEP" buuut...I don't really remember much of the two days that pass.

When I finally come to my senses and start to walk back down I have a newfound sense of confidence in myself, ten percent more muscle mass due to the constant sex with my new bride, and an Ogre mate who crushes everything in front of her and acts like a 50s housewife with me only.

Time to deliver some goods.