Having been killed by the stupid Skeleton Warrior (he ambushed me,  I swear.), I lost the Armor of The Gods.

Not all of it, of course.

Just the Breastplate, the Girth, the Leggings, and the Boots.

Luckily, my patron had something to replace the leggings, but the Breasplate, Girth, and the Boots I had to scrounge up on my own.

At first I wasn't too upset about the loss of my armor.  Until I fought my first Monouga.

It became fairly apparent that I was somewhat screwed without those main pieces of the Armor of the Gods.

I was now stuck fighting pussy monsters until I managed to get a better suit of armor.

I'm not one to pout and whine, but I was really, really pissed off about this.

So its of no surprise that I had a slight.. breakdown…

I'm not sure what language that is.  Maybe 'tongue'.

Having lost my sanity, I left the pit and went out adventuring…

…in a dress…

I went to town to buy a Torch.

What the hell is she looking at?  Never seen a man looking for a torch before?

After buying the torch, I went out to bludgeon Drudges to death.

Apparently I caused quite a scene, being as powerful as I was, yet choosing to stick-whip poor little drudges to death while dressed in blue…

It seemed like everywhere I went, someone was watching me.

It wasn't long before beating Drudges with a flaming stick of death grew old…

After all, what's the point in fighting something that stands no chance?

Case in point…

Since beating Drudges had grown tiresome, I decided to go out and find some new armor.

This hat looked like a nice starter…