These are the chronicles of a Homicidal Satanist. Being a very careful one, nothing of much interest has been written down and instead, there are a bunch of favourite ideabox submissions from her god.
Equipment
Disposable Thumbs
Ninth Circlet of Hell
Quests
Take no for an answer
Take a headcount at a multi-headed hydra family reunion
Become two with nature
Plant family members in the ground to grow trees
Earthly News
Putting you through to the next available hero…
Ordering temple blueprints in red…
Thinking the unthinkable and doing the undoable…
Through peaceful pastures and grazing %pet_types%…
Diary
Gave the %monster% a murderous look. Then added a murderous stab. Gained a bloody %artifact_base%
Thought about doing something kind and generous for once. Nah, I’ll just %quest% instead.
Placed some snow on the altar and watched in awe as the %rg% transformed it into water.
Pretended to be a tree to avoid the monster. Who could have known that %monster%s eat trees.
Duels
%attacker%’s outrageously fashionable outfit impedes h{is|er} movements, forcing h{im|er} to spend this whole turning trying to turn around.
Swords clash, armour clinks and %defender% somehow manages to kick h{im|er}self in the ear.
Dungeons
A large sign on the wall reads ‘BOSS HINT’.
The frantic scribblings on the walls, full of crossed out puns and punchlines suggest that this room is the den of either an ideaboxer… or a madman.
Fanfare erupts as the heroes enter this room. Turns out the band was expecting someone else.
Money grows on trees here. Oh wait, it’s the treasure!
Sail
Throwing pride out the porthole, %attacker% turns the ship away and makes off.
And so, %heroes_names% set off into uncharted seas, dangers aplenty and surprises untold, in search of treasures of shining gold.
As it dies, the %monster%’s head swings open on a hinge and reveals itself to be a submarine operated by a feminal!
And that’s all, folks.