War Scribe disappeared from her perch overlooking the battlefield and reappeared among the dead. With tears of joy in her eyes and a smile from ear to ear, the Dark Elf Chronicler looked over the strewn bodies of dead Bullywugs with great delight."OOOOOOoooooooo!!!" squealed War Scribe jumping up and down like a high school cheerleader, "BODIES!!!"
Walking among the dead, the Drow Chronicler began to point to each one of them singing, "This little froggie was decapitated! And this little froggie was skewered! This little froggie was burned!" And pointing in the direction of those Bullwugs that retreated, she concluded, "And those little froggies croaked, 'Let's bug out of here!' and ran for their little froggie lives!"
And with that War Scribe cackled evilly and uncontrollably as she reveled in the carnage at her feet.
A Point To Ponder
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