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by loveisthenewpunk on May 21, 2013

It’s so hard for me to be productive AND eat healthy. I’ve been working on the new Pink Lightning website, and all I’ve been eating is chips and dip, graham crackers, and kettle corn.

Ok, if there’s a new episode of the Harmontown podcast, I’ll walk to the grocery store and get something to eat that my body won’t hate me for.

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by rainbowsquidpunk on May 17, 2013

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Episode 5 of Harmontown

A legend is born.  So beautiful.  

Into the Wild, prologue

by because-i-win-and-you-lose on May 16, 2013

Have you ever wondered what happens to our favorite DnD characters after Harmontown?  What shenanigans they could get up to in their own little world?  Well I did, and I thought it would be interesting to find out. 

Now, the DnD characters themselves belong to Spencer and the other guys, I just put them in my own little story.  I don’t know anything about DnD apart from what they play during Harmontown, so I took a few liberties with the creatures and places and such.  I’ve never done anything like this before, so I tried to keep them as much in character as possible. 

This is just the first little snippet of something that’s been the works for a while.  I hope you enjoy :) 

“Grah!” The orc slammed his fist on the shoddy table, causing it to shake and knock a few coins onto the floor at his feet.  The rest of the noisy tavern quieted down and looked over in his direction - in one of the darker corners, just out of the eyesight of the nearby guards.  The orc just glared at his companion, fury crossing his features.  Leaning in, he grabbed the other by his shirt and growled.

 “Listen here you little….if you cheat me out of this I swear by the Old Gods, I’ll kill you three times before you hit the ground!”

His companion could feel the hot, rancid breath of the orc as he yelled at him, so close was he that the orc’s tusk grazed his cheek.  With a grimace, he carefully pried the other’s fingers off of his shirt before responding.

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve mentioned that before, Rathgar.  However, the bet is still on.  Unless of course, you’re too much of a coward to go through with it.”

He knew that would do it.  If there was one thing the orcs honored more than all else, it was honor. Rathgar stared down his companion, his gaze borrowing into the other’s.  

“Well?  Do we have a wager, then?”

Rathgar eyed his companion closely before responding. 

“Are you even sure this is a good idea?  You’re a gnome.  A pathetic one at that.  You’re half the size of one of those wretched humans.  No one in this place would ever believe you could even drink as much mead as me!”

The gnome’s lips just curved into a mischievous smile, his hazel eyes sparkling.

“Then you should have nothing to worry about.” 

Glancing over his shoulder, Rathgar weighed his options – gaining honor, gathering some easy gold - then took what seemed to be the obvious choice.  Grabbing the mug, he downed the contents quickly, the warm liquid burning the back of his throat.  

“It’s on then!” 

Slamming the empty stein down, he barked at the barman for another round.  The goblin shuffled around the bar and shoved another in front of both at the table.  All the while the gnome just watched, amused, and sipped his drink slowly as the orc continued at his pace.  

The game was over before it had begun.  

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by communityblogs on May 16, 2013

holy SHIT ADAM GOLDBERG IS A DUNGEON MASTER