MagiStream

Against the night, A heavenly light Explodes down from above How vibrant the sight, Of a visage so bright A blessing to even think of A lively fire, What more could one desire In the darkness which we stand In our world so dire, The brightness rises ever higher Bringing happiness to the underneath l...

Granted. I wish for something on fire!

Gifting!

Where all care rots away.

Where do you hide an egg?

I came to Violetstormm’s keep wondering what all the noise was, and when I came in all I heard was a turducken. Annoyed with all the chirping I shoved it inside what I thought was just a loaf of bread, but turned out to be a bread creature. You’re welcome, you don’t have to bread your turducken for ...

I have to duck under the hanging posters in the doorway to get inside the cramped room, which is rather reminiscent of a pack rat's den. It takes a minute to spot the old man behind the pile of burnt books. It seems ridiculous that a frail old relic like this used to be a strong wasteland wanderer, ...

So what brings you to Rivet City, miss...?" Dammit, I'm already on the watchlist. "Vulture. Not miss, not ma'am, just Vulture. I'm looking for scrap metal, and to replenish my saddlebags." He looks skeptical, but nods. "Then you're looking for Crazy Wolfgang. He used to be a trav...

The moment I step into the market, it's obvious that everyone is wary of the newcomer, and when they think I'm not looking, gawking stares spring into existence before you could say rubberneckers. Oh well, worse has happened before than curious locals. Within ten seconds of closing the door behind m...

Vulture Damn I hate radroaches. They have no purpose in life but to eat, shit, and breed. Oh, and their guts are completely corrosive, as portrayed by my Velo's body resembling rusty, aluminum Swiss cheese. The missing patches catch the air as I ride, making an awful howling sound like the bike itse...

One does not simply floopledoop their shoopledoop into Mordor.