A Bad Man Gets Badder My name is Harald Runestorm. In real life, I help children with their homework and volunteer in a library project for homeless refugees (due to a probation order), but in my spare time, I log into the World of the Greenwood and kill people for fun. Sometimes I torture them too, and I generally rob them, but other days I stay in my tower and craft things. One day, from a shady informant,  I heard about a shipment of gold ore through the woods. It seemed the Druids Guild was taking its gold diggings to market, so I thought I’d take it off them. I’ve always hated hippies, with their 'respect the woods' and 'pet butterflies' attitude to life. I wanted them to respect my sword and pet my fist. My Runefist that is. With their face. I went down to the woods to teach them a lesson about pain and loss. Then I learned a lesson myself.  A LitRPG short story (15,280 words!) set in The World of The Greenwood MMO. Caution: The Runesmith is light hearted so if you don't like light hearted, or short stories or LitRPG (or any combination thereof), don't read.