Legend of the Sexual Sage
Mark sighed as he breathed in the smell of his rusty gear as he strapped it on, his line shooter being the only piece of new equipment as it was his literal life line down in the labyrinth. Even his enchanted sword and shield had been repaired repeatedly with different metals giving them a distinct look earning him the name of Rusty. As he picked up his back pack he looked around his barely decorated apartment checking to see if he had left anything valuable out even if the gang of robbers had...
Fantasy