Role

Chapter 1

Blood. Blood was everywhere. The floor. The table. The walls. It was even spattered on
his robes, the obese mage noted with amusement. No, blood on his robes normally didn't
amuse him, it was the circumstances that caused the blood to be on his robes that amused
him. He certainly was something great, wasn't he? He giggled with pleasure as he felt the
surge of adrenaline course through him as he marveled at the thought of what a powerful
wizard he had become. He was so excited over his new creation he nearly jumped in the
air and yelled 'WOOOHOOO!!!!' To be honest, he probably would have if his fat ass
actually could jump.

A greedy, wicked smile crossed his lips as the ton-o-mage began to walk across the room
toward the source of all the blood. A woman, well, now a dead woman, and also that
source of the blood, lay crookedly on a table at the far end of the room with his creation
moving slightly between her legs. His creation of his dark sorcery, an infant mino -
THUMP!!! 'AWWWWWW!!! GODS BE DAMNED!!!! CURSE IT ALL!!!! DEMON-
LOVING-ORC-HUMPING!!!' The fat mage screamed every curse he knew at the top of
his voice as he toppled like a crumbling tower to the ground in agony grabbing for his
foot. He had stubbed his toe. Again. Yes, he maybe powerful in magic, but, he was still a
klutz. Some things never change.