December 31st, 2006


Dad vs The Geek Hordes

And then I noticed that several younger geeks sharpening their claws and beginning to shapeshift around him, their need for the game nearing frenzy.

Eyes wide, I quickly gestured for Dad to get the hell out of there, and up to counter, posthaste. It was then I had a flash of alternate reality.

My father, wrapped in his travelling cloak, many miles from his home, holding aloft great treasure, blissfully unaware of the seething goblin hordes behind him, blazing with anger.