"Gotcha!" I swung my stick at Beegee's thought. I didn't know what country and western was but I knew it was bad. To my embarrasment the thought vanished with a [color:"pink"] poof! [/color] The party was laughing at me. "Bloody imp!" I grinned. Shaking my head I wandered back to the party.
Another glace through my looking glass showed nothing in the sky. It was a threat to someone else now....
The Orcs were still bouncing off the invisible wall or the undead ones were vapourising. They were no threat now. Someone or something was protecting us...

"Should we make camp here for tonight?" I asked.

" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin