'The Dungeon Master' by M Boyce,
Our eyes met across the board - so close and yet somehow an eternity away.
I was a third level Paladin, and you an elf maiden. We could never be together, and yet....
You rolled the spasticated dice.
I summoned up Thri'''n'gor, my spirit guardian, and begged for his help in winning your heart.
'You can start by squeezing that whitehead on your nose, washing your lank, greasy hair, turning off the Iron Maiden for a second and basically stop being a fucking wanker', came the reply.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 6 Jul 2011, 10:57, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

I like this
Even though I may have conformed to this stereotype at some point in the far distant past.
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Wed 6 Jul 2011, 10:59, Reply)