| 8-Bit Theater | |
| Episode 527 | |
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| Imprisoned with the Fools | |
| Date Published | Tuesday, March 15, 2005 |
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Thrown in the pit, they wonder why they even went to the place anyway...
Cast Appearing[]
Setting[]
- Ice Cave, in a Pit of Doom
Script[]
| Black Mage | So here we are, staring down the gaping maw of death. Again. I have to wonder why those godless little nihilistic mutants are in such a hurry to kill us. It's not like we could survive the thousands of miles of ice or the vast oceans beyond that. Speaking of which... |
| Black Mage | What in the hundred hells are we doing on a continent of ice anyway?! |
| Red Mage | Sarda sent us. There was talk concerning the frozen bowels of the earth. |
| Black Mage | Other than you guys, and especially Fighter, my hatred of Sarda is without peer. |
| Red Mage | He said we'd find an item of great power that would help us to fulfill our destiny. |
| Thief | This is a barren, featureless wasteland. The only people we've met are a band of Cultists half mad from starvation who are bent on destroying the world through incest. |
| Thief | Then he threw us into a pit. There is no item of power in this dead place. |
| Red Mage | Do you think he meant my Cold Fusion Generator? |
| Fighter | Maybe it's like a box of cereal and the special prize is buried at the very bottom so you have to dig and dig and dig to get it. |
| Black Mage | Oh god, is that why there was always cereal on the kitchen floor? I thought you were just a slob, I didn't know you were elbow deep into the box. |
| Black Mage | How often do you wash your hands anyway? |
| Fighter | Once a week whether I need it or not! |
| Black Mage | I'm going to be sick now, please make room. |
| Thief | Hold that horf. My keen elfish senses detect something in this pit... |