The year was 1997.

The internet was still mostly a mystery to me, Antartic Press carried anthropomorphic comics, and I was heavily into Werewolf: the Apocalypse. Well, not as much as some rabid fans, but I liked the werewolves and the whole angst-and-really-long-hyphenated-names deal. However, I was rather wierd in that my favorite tribe was the Black Spiral Dancers. What can I say? Insanity calls to the insane. Anywho, in the winter of 1997, I was stuck at a friends place during the holidays, since the university was closed. with him gone visiting relatives, I was bored to tears, so I cleaned up his place and made this cute little gem.

Now, for those unfamiliar with what this is, I'll give a blunt, misinformed tidbit of info. Basically, it's a rather disgusting magical weapon made from a humanoid skull. When pointed at an enemy, and given a comand, it vomits out a mass of greenish slime that is damaging on it's own. Thing is, the slime carries a festering disease as well, that can kill if untreated. At least, I think so...it's been ages since I read the 1st ed. Book of the Wyrm.