A close call – Omar gets defensive as we close in

The most amazing news! We have spotted Omar again!

But first a note on our dangerous trek towards the centaur’s lair.

After our first sighting of Omar the perfect centaur, our centaur fever had peaked. And the only cure was more Omar. Rest was for the weak and safety for cowards. And so we journeyed off into the thick and hairy forest that is Centauria.

As centaur enthusiasts, we were adept at sniffing out the natural musk of centaurs and thus found no difficulty in locating the general vicinity of Omar. But upon intrusion, we were met with life-threatening perils.

Although we have been tracking centaurs for decades, we fell for oldest trick in the centaur satchel: The Pink Centaur.

For those unfamiliar (and luckily so) with the Pink Centaur, it involves having the state of your reality altered whilst enduring strong hallucinogenic euphoria.

In other words, we were tripping balls on centaur piss.

After several hours we came to our senses and carried on. And finally, we saw him. We saw Omar.

The picture above was taken just before he thrust his long and hard spear at us, just narrowly missing both our heads. He is clearly an expert in weaponry. As we gathered our wits about us, Omar again was gone.

This reclusive centaur spelled trouble for us, but we will continue to hunt him down. Expect word of our next adventure.

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