"You really are bored, aren't you? Well, fine...Flatty's name came about
quite easily. That first night while we were playing Fling and Catch the
Fish, though in hindsight, fish was not the correct word. Mud Snappers are
not fish. I've since changed the name to Fling and Catch the Aberration.
"
"Anyhow, during our game, a foul stench started to fill the air. At first, I
thought it was the Snappers, but soon, the hairs in my nose started to curl.
When tears started to form in my eyes, I knew there was something else in
the air that no elf had ever experienced. Or at least, lived to tell about
it."
"It was obvious my new friend's bowels took issue with the Snappers. I think
my allergies saved me that day as I cannot imagine any living thing
surviving in that reeking fog. Since then, Flatty gets no more than one or
two Snappers. I would hate for there to be a reason to ship us to the Horde
in some special assignment."
