Okay, so last week we looked back at my half-orc cleric, Harrel, and his misguided worship of Blibdoolpoolp. This week, we’re casting our minds back to a post demonstrating why this was so misguided!
Then again, it was done with the absolute best of intentions… it’s just unfortunate that he was then granted a Wish spell. Nothing good comes from Wish. That’s not a bad thing, either! I really love it when wishes come with unintended consequences.

I know I say it a lot, but this group was the best RPG group I’ve ever had and I’m genuinely gutted that it’s not still going. I’m still in touch with the people, but I miss having a weekly group that met like that. I feel that that this was the best that roleplaying ever was for me.
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