Hmm

Well, things have been a bit slow around here. OK, so I've been wasting time a bit. You know, these sorts of things have got to be worked up to steadily. Plus, I've been gathering intelligence on the enemy in general. I've been watching him building that ridiculously high tower of his. Actually, all that stuff I said about psychologists and tower building in general that I said previously, I think that's actually true, in his case anyway. The thing's massive! As if that's couldn't possibly be making up for something... Anyway, looking out of the window, things aren't looking so good. The new tower's unmissable as I look out of my bedroom window, huge; a great black pillar stretching up so far its top is misted by clouds. I'm off out tomorrow, I'm going to Tumberwell, the local town, to find that girl with the ill-fitting armour and hire her services for a bit of free-lance questing. Actually, I wonder if I could hire her... Ahh, sorry, I think I've been hanging around at home on my own for a bit too long, I think getting out in the fresh air will do me good. Plus, she doesn't look like like the sort of girl who.... Sorry, I don't know what I'm talking about, blame the toad extract they put in this bloody awful cheep beer I'm drinking. Why am I even thinking about that girl in any other way than as a pawn in my sinister game anyway? What sort of a dark wizard am I? Dear oh dear, this whole business is becoming cringe worthy.

Hmm, well, don't think there's anything else much to say about now. You know, even though few people (if that) will in all probability stumble across this account of all my difficulties, problems and general unpleasant happenings, it really is nice to send all this stuff out, even if it is to the inhabitants of some other and quite obviously odd other dimension, world or whatever. Well, toodle pip for now,

THE LIMPET