Elves living in trees
Dancers kill lots of beastmen
Bane of designers
Now I am going to play all my games in Haiku.
Now I march eighteen
Magic phase, dwellers below
Goodbye fellow elves
Shooting hits twelve
Wounds eight, armor save's 1, Ha!
Don't cry, you poor sport
You know, I can't stop
My inner poet is free
Oh well, I'm not much of a poet but every now and then I try.
But here, cleverly disguised as a bomb, is a bomb.
If you keep saying things are going to be bad, you have a good chance of being a prophet.
-Isaac Bashevis Singer
Number of kitchen seller bots reported to the king of the wood: 43