Club Yer Date
By Randal Snyder
Orcish dating service helped me!!!
I just wanted to tell you all about the great service that I got from “clubyerdate.com”.
Not only have I found the love of my life, but I now have a hobble full of
little half-orcs. Let me tell you my story:
My name is Dolf, and I was not the most attractive of humans. Kids used to make
fun of my unusually large forehead or hang their coats on the bulbous mole on my
back. In high school I was shoved into the girls locker room, and even though
the clerics said she was a training Wizard with a low constitution, I still feel
horrible for scaring that Halfling to death. Who knew that fright could actually
Things got worse when I started using the local pixie’s “angel dust”. After the
blisters and my teeth began rotting out, meeting women became even more
impossible. Even my hair started falling out! I have to admit that my hygiene
began to suffer and when I ran out of coins for housing, I ended up sleeping
with the sheep. They didn’t seem to complain… much… but after snuggling up to a
fluffy four legged love machine and being chased off by the farmer every night,
a guy starts to rethink his life.
So I started wandering, surviving off of terrified forest creatures that only
had 1 hit point and fell unconscious at the sight of me. And that’s when I met
this shambling mound that told me about this great website. ClubYerDate really
saved my life!
They used a specially designed survey and provided me with a unique enchantment
to summon their pixie assistant to evaluate my… “uniqueness” in person.
Unfortunately the first pixie died on sight and I had to pay for their upgraded
service to finish the survey process, but the Githyanki councilor they sent was
Within months I had more than one date! Well, I guess you could call them dates…
The medusa and I had some fun running around Crete, but everyone we met was so
stiff and cold… some people have no manners. Oh, and the minotaur girl… man! Did
she have some utters on her! I was a little weirded out when they sent me the
Kobold. I was asking myself just how old she was. I mean, most 3 foot tall
virgins are jailbait right???
But then I met the Orc of my dreams. Not only was she unfazed by my… condition…
but she actually looked worse than I did. Not only that, but she had her own
club and after reading some documentation on inter-species offspring (Players
Handbook – a guide to Playa’s of the ‘Game’), we found out we could actually
have children! What joy! Just think, our children might one day grow up to be
half-orc paladins or rangers… But please don’t let them to grow up to be
wizards… they die sooo easy!
So we invited all our friends and had an intimate wedding, just her and I. It
was so romantic…
So now I live in a quiet hobble carved out of the side of a cliff with my
beautiful wife, Gretch, and our lovely children Hans-Grok, and Olga-Schmeg.
They’re so cute with their kid sized clubs, pummeling each other day and night.
And they’re so cute too. We rolled their stats and their Charisma is over twice
my own… lemme see… Right! 5 and 6!
So when you’re alone on a Saturday night… or every other night of the week… just
remember to ClubYerDate!
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