AD&D - Heroes of the Lance

Hero's of the Lance. At some point I vaguely remember reading these books when I was about 10. I also vaguely remember other children beating me up because I liked to read. That happened a lot. I'd like to send a message out to all those people. I know your names. I'm keeping a list. And one day I'm gonna show up like Rambo Santa and staple your testicles to a Tazer gun before skullfucking that cheerleader wife of yours that laughed when I asked her out in 8th grade.

*ahem* Sorry. I'm a little ... bitter. Where was I? Oh. Hero's of the Lance.
Yea, yea, yea, screenshot of something happening.

I will say that if I were a 8-bit two dimentional character created by people like me (no life and hairy palms), I'd do Goldmoon. Of course, I'd also tag team Betty Rubble and Wilma Flintstone in a heartbeat.

Stuff happened. I'm not entirely sure what, as I couldn't really be bothered to figure out the fucking awful controls on this game. This game sucked so badly that if you put this between me and Jenna Jameson, I'd end up going home with Miss Rosa Palmentari instead.