And on the 98th day, Bassiltrona breathed some soul into the young enlightened Romanticore… First words recorded: “My brilliant host of Karamet! Groovy! I need some attention- Naow…” He is Odaxitar’s baby brother who is naive, but the stern undertakings of his god Bassilt makes him vengful and angry. His first experience of his awakening birth was to fight out of a paper bag, d’awww! First Entry: Waaah! Wah? Oooh, shiny! (picks up stone) Looks at your face. Who are you?! I was getting dizzy when I came across a scary Dust Bunn- and that’s funny! I’ll pass it on a boat. Had to stop and call him Behemoth.
I pretended to be Death and took 635 gold coins from the trader by promising him to delay his inevitable demise. Thanks for the camouflage, Cunning One!
I now rubbed the magic 69 ball vigorously in hopes of summoning a genie. Smoke started coming out of it. Just a little more… EEEP! It’s on fire! It burns! It hurts! He was the Dungeon-Master of Death Row guild, but his current quest is to ‘summon an evil demon and tease it by calling it names and sticking out my tongue’ which sounds really painful (not to mention immature). He has misadventures with a Bulletproof monk as an inner itch interrupts his battling as the monk was busy clapping: Okay, okay! I get it! (growl) No need to be so vindictive, thy Great One!
He hid from the Evil Twin at the top of a tree, while writing in his diary. Bassiltrona wanted to strike the tree down in rage. He was so scared that he bought himself an “Atheism for Dummies” flyer… To appease the wrath of his god.
Dear Diary, today was the day I learnt my most important skill, Spontaneous Combustion, will this please my evil God? (bursts into flames) AGH! IT BURNS! D: Behemoth the bunny is a very good pal to me. He even licked me clean after battle. Either that or I forgot to feed him… After midnight?
My pal Behemoth brought me a package of cookies from somewhere. I better eat this right? What a great pal! Hit my funny bone. Ended up crying. A lot! Uawwwaa!
Met Odaxitar and had a brawl with her: I merely pointed behind her back and shouted: “Hey look, it’s a Rain Deer!” As Bluefish looked over her shoulder, she was rewarded with a moderate kick on the head. Pawned!