Killing undead hordes even in the most unexpected of games

Questing over easy

Wish upon a sea of stars

Mr. Rigor Mortis is late for the party

Flying on my own

Time’s running out

A stone’s throw from friendship

“You have chosen to defy peace..”

Choose your Swordmaster/Gunslinger

What’s next? A microwave?

Jeepers creepers, where’d you get those eyes?

Odd from every angle

All you can do is believe and accept

Down on the farm