Full Name: The Poopsmith
Age: older than the murky hills
Class(es): um... Algebra, Science, Poopinomics... ?
Race: He prefers to strut.
Subrace: (If Any) Subs are faster than him underwater, but he would smite them verilly on land!
Alignment: Chaotic Pooptral
Deity: Mostly Fiber
2 Domains (if cleric): layonaraonline.com & homestarrunner.com
Bio/Description:
All was gloom in Strongbadia that late and eventful eve in April. The poop piled higher and higher in the dawn of spring, finding our hearty hero in the throes of his craft. Scoop, Hoist, Toss, Pat, Repeat... Scoop, Hoist, Toss... Pat that shovel, Repeat... The people of the realm came from all over town to his great front yard Saturday morning Poopsale of Crafted Wares. There were fine sun-baked chinaware, various figurines of D&D miniatures crafted by hand, and yes, even a +3 Poopmail. Unfortunately for our stinky protagonist, the people of Strongbadia were either overly health conscious or outright stole from him while he wasn't looking, like Strongbad and the Cheat. Woe struck his valiant heart. "Cheer up, Poopsmith. Here have some ice cream!" offered the King of Town, trying to comfort his subject.
Maybe it was because it was his worst day ever, or that the King's waffle cone contained naught but shaving cream, that the Poopsmih decided to leave Strongbadia for good. Packing his hefty bags full of poop and hoisting his trusty shovel, Mr. Smith doth hit the road to a happier land via interdimensional time warp thingy called Layonara. WHile initially alarmed by the pixelation of the populace, the Poopsmith soon trained himself to be polite and not to stare at their digitalized features, and set to work in Hlint's sewers, doing what he did best... and for one day of the year, even upside down!
http://www.homestarrunner.com/vcr_poop.html
