Wednesday 3 January 2018

For Love, Not Money



It appeared to be a simple cable ferry across a river. Given that at this point we were in the fifth level of Hell, obviously it was highly symbolic of something. Everything by this point was symbolic of something, most of it phallic and trying to pierce me. There was a figure waiting by the ferry.

“Ferryman, we need to cross. How many gold to cross?”

The figure looked at me, I assume.

“For you, no amount of gold would suffice.”

The rogue stepped up.

“For you, 100 gold.”

The whole trip was so easy for someone who loved money.

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