If you kill me you can't ride my dick.
From Create Your Own Story
"Hey there ladies. If you kill me, you can't ride my dick!" You say quickly, and then close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable thrum of a bow string being released. When it doesn't come you slowly open your eyes, to see the elven girls looking at each other in confusion, and then back at you. Finally one of them slowly relaxes her bow and steps forward. "What is dick?" She asks in all seriousness, and you have to stop yourself from laughing. "You don't know what a dick is?" You ask, and the women all shake their heads. "You can't be serious! How are babies made in your society?" "Babies are made by the great Mithril God. He comes once every two hundred years, and delivers three hundred babies for us to raise as our own." "Does that mean that all of you are at least two hundred years old, and you've never even seen or heard of dick before?" You say incredulously, and the others all shrug as more bows are lowered. It appears as if for the moment, you're out of danger. "Not all of us are two hundred. The Mithril God was just here a hundred years ago. I was the first and best of the babies he presented to Queen Sheleluwhen." Another one of the elves says, and the one you had originally been talking to you snorts. "You lie Caleigh! Everyone knows that I am truly the best that the Mithril God brought the last time, and not just this time, but out of all times!" She shouts, and the others mutter around them. You can hear bows creaking as the surrounding elves tighten their grip, and all of a sudden you feel your fear return.
What do you do?
