Durl White

Fat, bald, and bored, Mike the merchant is steadily losing his business to attrition. Customers just aren’t coming in anymore. He blames his misfortune on the lack of adventurers; they are migrating toward other settlements in droves. For the love of trade, what else is happening around this...

The humorous LitRPG adventure continues! The One-Armed Warlock A cosmetic wizard hat. Some heart-patterned boxers. A pair of trademarked shoes. Those were the only items I could equip after being granted a second chance at life - all the stuff I met the minimal requirements for, but whatever...

When life gives you oranges, you make orange juice...or keep them on the counter to grow old and eventually get thrown away. When it gives you a demonic master, you become a warlock; that's what I did anyway. My name is Benjamin, but you can call me Big Daddy Ben - no one else does....