About To Go Thump

Waking up in the street, not knowing who you are is an unenviable experience to say the least.  There was no light to shine in the corners of his mind.  There was nothing except pain.  Everything hurt.  Who was he?  What was his name?  What was that loud screeching sound?

I Want To Blow Your... wait- what?!

The reverse vampire gave everyone the willies. There was nothing worse than a sudden late night attack where blood was blown into the victims neck. The bubbles caused all kinds of nasty problems. Was this some new variant on the species or was he just really confused on the concept?

Word! (To your Dwarven mother!)

The mad dwarf had studied the arcane arts to become a Wordbinder. Imbuing text with mystical power and binding it to song he thought himself immune. 

But the Groovitational pull of this Gangsta Folk-- he just had to get down with his badself no matter what the elven hottie thought.