Walking around the outside of the windmill, the Gingerbread Man found the front door already opened for him, and he was pulled inside by a little fat ...fist.“Oh, Gingerbread Man! I am so happy to see you!” the dumpy little windmill wench told him. “ My boyfriend broke up with me, and I haven’t had sex for two whole months. How awful it is. I don’t suppose… I mean… Would there be any chance… What with you being a Gingerbread Man and all… Could you possibly… Y’know…” The dumpy little windmill. Must be why so many fellow gamers seemed to hate me.However, for the seasoned power gamer, character backstories were a potent tool. An insidious weapon, to wiggle into the game and open up cracks in it’s defenses.“You see, my character is from a fallen and disgraced noble house. He still remembers the day, when he was a child, that his father was arrested for treason and his mother had the servants hide the children away while the house burned. He carries his father’s signet ring, and promised. Cara looked back at Sarah. "You on your back. I eat you out, Greg fucks me doggy-style. Once he comes, we get him ready again, then swap over. What d'ya think?" I like it," Greg said. "Shit, Cara, that's a male fantasy. Two women making out and me fucking them both."Cara laughed. "Well?"Sarah grinned. "I'm game. Greg can fuck you first, 'cos he's never had you before. And, I've never been eaten by a woman before, so that's a double first." You haven't?" Cara said. "Mmm, let's see if I can make. .shit, this is hard...I was willin' to kill Allie and Mary if it meant gettin' revenge on Sister Nancy fer Abe." He looked down at the grave. "That was wrong, and you were willin' to stand up fer whut was right."He stepped up to her, put off a little by his several inches of height deficit. "I need ya to keep doin' that -- tellin' me when I'm doin' wrong -- you got, uh, veto power, I think it's called? Just make sure yuh pick yer battles, yeah?" He held out his hand.Joan, pleasantly surprised,.