Kevin Wikse might be calling me.
The only place Danny Wilten can't zap me is at the library. I heard gunshots while walking there. Pop! Pop! Pop! Three, but probably more. It would take a gun to kill Kevin Wikse. I am going to find him on the internet today. I found his Might and Magick blog. It looks mostly the same as last time. It could be different. Danny Wilten zaps me a lot, so sometimes I don't remember what Kevin Wikse's blogs look like. I still think he is trapped in a portal. Kevin Wikse likes to swing clubs like a caveman. I think he will be fine if he is in prehistoric times. Kevin Wikse could pick up a heavy stick and bash a dinosaur's brains in. Or he could use a big rock. A dinosaur would eat Danny Wilten. Or Danny Wilten would get dragged off by a caveman by his hair to be a big hairy guy's wife. He couldn't zap anyone to protect himself. There are no electrical wires in the Dinosaur times. I still have Kevin Wikse's stout in the refrigerator. It will be really cold when I...