You finally saved enough to buy the Blue Robe of Lightning Resistance. You empty a satchel of plucked, wriggling bird carcasses onto the shop counter. The shopkeep restrains your skull and guides a hand-cranked corkscrew drill into your eye socket. You claw a horrific gash in the shopkeep's throat with your sharpened fingernails. The shopkeep piles cinderblocks atop your chest until it becomes impossible to breathe. You strike the shopkeep's skull with a hammer, damaging the brain. The shopkeep cuts the Robe into blue strips and forces them into your mouth and down your throat, yard by yard. |