Oneshot: As ember spread across the world, dusk had fallen upon the works of Man. A dusk that would herald no dawn, even as magic served as both sword and shield.

Poem: Ordrak had been defeated. The mines of Torchlight were now ripe for plunder.

Oneshot: Sometimes, girls just wanna look pretty.

You remember those nether imps, don't you?

A brave young Engineer (and her dog) attempts to "fix" the evil left in the wake of the Ember-corrupted Alchemist's rampage. [At least that's how I think it will go; I'm making the story up as I progress through the game (Torchlight II.) This isn't written in the normal way therefore, but originated as captions to my screenshot-LP.]

Poem: "Now, saving the world from evil and all that is fine and dandy. But at the end of the day, you know it's really all about the loot, right?"

Oneshot: Something fishy's going on in Torchlight, and I'm not referring to the evil that's gripped the ember mines. No. I'm referring to the fact that my fish keeps disapearing.