You heroically point at Lord Cramulock™ with your DinoSword™. It shimmers and sparkles, reflecting the practical fluorescent lighting of the DinoCaveLair™. “How about a little taste… of Dino-Might™?” you shout rhetorically. The other DinoSwords™ cheer, then cough up blood, as you stand strong. “You call yourselves the DinoSwords™, but your weapons are also called DinoSwords™? […]
“I’ll give you my DinoSword™,” you tell Lord Cramulock™, gritting your sharp teeth in pain. “But I need something in return.” “You want me to spare the lives of these pathetic dino dummies?” he shriek-replies. “No. I want $300. Cash.” “Really? $300 for an ancient magical artifact you have battled me over countless times?” “I’m […]
You crouch down and whisper to your aching DinoBudz™. “I’ll create a distraction,” you tell them. “Sneak out of here and call Dr. Patters™, our adult human woman friend. I need to stop Lord Cramulock™… at any cost.” “Thank… friend… good…” mutters T-Wrecks™, who got way stupider after he transformed into a DinoSword™. You turn […]
