#monster log

The Possessed Exorcist challenged me to use double negatives. I couldn't not do it. Then I didn't not kill it. Now I won't not take this loot.

After the Evil Step-Monster punched me in the face, I stunned it with my most amazing skill: running away.

The Sandboxer tried to read my mind to gain some tactical advantage, but got thoroughly confused and soon gave up in disgust.

Left my worries behind me. Got myself a whole new set of worries, in the form of this Ideabox Guardian.

This Last Hairbender may be a little moody, but its heart is in the right place. Or at least it was, before I moved it quite abruptly to a very wrong place.

I wouldn't say I stabbed the Wild Wild Pest to death, but I did provide its maximum daily requirement of iron.

Was pursued by a Limberjack yelping frantic mating calls. Can't believe all the stuff that seems to only happen to me...

As we were warming up for the fight, the Unregistered Pet casually asked me if my physician is any good at jigsaw puzzles. I suddenly have a bad feeling about this...