It was yonder night that Randalph the Rude walked through the Forest of Sam, when suddenly he became aware of an airhorn being deployed not far from his left ear. The profanities Randalph uttered weren’t quite comprehensible: as he couldn’t hear himself speaking for several moments following the event, and being overwhelmed by it, his pronunciation was slightly off. The man dressed as some kind of wizard standing next to him and who was holding the airhorn, seemed to be giving him some warning, but Randalph couldn’t make it out at all.
He punched the wizard on the nose and stumbled forth to the next challenge: a bridge which seemed to be invested with trolls. Luckily for him he was heading in another direction so he turned left just before the bridge, and bumped into a police van that was just standing there, deserted, but completely filled with leek. “How odd!”, Randalph thought, but he grabbed the opportunity to take several leeks in case he ran into another wizard, so that he could slap him with them.
Suddenly his vision all went black. When he awoke, his cell phone was lying next to him. “Oh crap!” he muttered, when he realised that he had posted all kinds of nonsense on some internet forum.
But at least he had been the last one to post something.
