I invited Mr. T and Chuck Norris to SHF. It was great until Chuck Norris round house kicked me into space. Then the fun was over. Oddly enough, Mr. T hates tea.
Dear Diary,
Today an eldritch entity of nearly limitless chaotic power declared a secret war on a certain orc's demon army. It will start by banishing him to an Apple Store as customer service rep for 1000 years.
Mogg-dell Beef Ear Pie.