Rimsky rambles
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rosamicula and wardytron offered their microbe-wrangling services, which meant that the boylet got to run around in their garden, plant narcissi, eat teddy-shaped cake and play with the world's least wolf-like dog for a few hours while I did some hardcore rimming back at home. (Yes, I know I am going to mum hell).
My penalty for this act of wanton decadence was to be forced to get drunk later on withrosamicula and to be lampooned mercilessly on Facebook after she happened to spot the ludicrous list of tasks on my pause-screen 'to-do-list' (paraphrased by her as "retrieve Flangedrool's spoon").
Alas, I have no defence... and the lampooning gave me tears of laughter. I probably need help.
Anyway - sod it, For those of you who who are as far beyond salvation as I am, I have some further rimming-related things to say.
Firstly, I am bummed by the behaviour of my first "follower' whose name I forget (something like Fnargle). I gave him a shitload of heavy swag to carry and then he somehow failed to follow me up the side of a craggy mountain and now he has totes disappeared and is never in his house. What's the effing use of Fnargle anyway? Feh!
Secondly, I am even more bummed that I accidentally triggered a Thieves Guild mission by chatting to some odious twerp in the marketplace. My paragon-like Nordnerd is not really in the business of setting fire to bee hives and framing innocent market stall holders. But I couldn't get the damned missions to go away... so, suffice to say I am now deeply evil. I shall have to do some extra dull errands for oid lady orcs to make me feel better.
On the plus side, I am loving my archery / sneak skills. I keep getting told off by hulking, beardy, mace-wielding Svens and Eriks who bellow "Call yourself a Nord?!!" at me during combat.... right before they die. Hee ha!
rosamicula and wardytron offered their microbe-wrangling services, which meant that the boylet got to run around in their garden, plant narcissi, eat teddy-shaped cake and play with the world's least wolf-like dog for a few hours while I did some hardcore rimming back at home. (Yes, I know I am going to mum hell).My penalty for this act of wanton decadence was to be forced to get drunk later on with
rosamicula and to be lampooned mercilessly on Facebook after she happened to spot the ludicrous list of tasks on my pause-screen 'to-do-list' (paraphrased by her as "retrieve Flangedrool's spoon"). Alas, I have no defence... and the lampooning gave me tears of laughter. I probably need help.
Anyway - sod it, For those of you who who are as far beyond salvation as I am, I have some further rimming-related things to say.
Firstly, I am bummed by the behaviour of my first "follower' whose name I forget (something like Fnargle). I gave him a shitload of heavy swag to carry and then he somehow failed to follow me up the side of a craggy mountain and now he has totes disappeared and is never in his house. What's the effing use of Fnargle anyway? Feh!
Secondly, I am even more bummed that I accidentally triggered a Thieves Guild mission by chatting to some odious twerp in the marketplace. My paragon-like Nordnerd is not really in the business of setting fire to bee hives and framing innocent market stall holders. But I couldn't get the damned missions to go away... so, suffice to say I am now deeply evil. I shall have to do some extra dull errands for oid lady orcs to make me feel better.
On the plus side, I am loving my archery / sneak skills. I keep getting told off by hulking, beardy, mace-wielding Svens and Eriks who bellow "Call yourself a Nord?!!" at me during combat.... right before they die. Hee ha!
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Date: 2014-02-04 04:33 pm (UTC)