*Disclaimer: I don't want the zod, but I'm entering anyway.
So this one night while I was sleeping, I dreamt that I was a hammerdin running the Pit and a Zod rune popped out of a dead rogue. I let out a shout of joy, waking my roommate up. He promptly threw me out of the window, and I landed in a bush full of thorns. I charged out of the bramble with great passion. With stealth, I teleported back up to my room and exiled my roommate. I soon noticed smoke rising up on a slight zephyr. It was barely noticeable in the gloom of night, but the crescent moon lit up the night with radiance. Lore of the malice of drunken roommates and the chaos they caused inspired with an unnatural fury, and grabbing a stone on my desk I threw it with great strength, thus causing my roommate to stagger around. He stumbled into the road, where he was promptly hit by a car as if he were a small beast. Later, the ER provided him sanctuary, but it was clear that his life was doomed. With his last breath, he tried to tell me about the a riddle that I could not answer until I acquired wealth and honor. It was an enigma that had vexed him for all eternity, but unfortunately, due to his delirium, it came out as "Hail a leldzo death." To this date, I still haven't figured out what my friend was talking about.
