On the cold dungeon floor lay a note, almost ripped to peices. I dreaded the though of disturbing its placr in the dust for anything there must have been evil and malice filled. All the same if some previous man had left a warning i needed to know. Thus shot my hand from my body to read the acursed paper..... but what i found was a delightfull truth i had already known instead; "rippal is cool."

PF 2013

GET ON VENT MORE YO D:

its a thing you use to hold up a fence i think

Oh I can post here.. whats a post?

I demand you stop having a life this instant!

Come play games with me :P