Thursday, April 30, 2009
sitting in the depths of cliffs in nothing but a bathrobe and a snowboard although shielded by a cape of unlimited warmth waiting for a pathetically small amount of magic points to recover so as to save on pure water, otherwise known as pots... you know up till now i still haven't gotten the hang of calling magic potions or potions that recover whatever states as 'pots'. partially still because of the notion of using 'pot' to refer to someone in particular, something about 'pot calling the kettle black'... distant memories, but somehow it just stuck... but subconsciously i've been addressing those hundreds of bottles of whatever that resides in my inventory as 'pots' and unknowningly answered 'for buying pots' to questions of why am i still at a place of extraordinary slow leveling speed...
remind me why am i there... oh yes, hunting for toenails. can you imagine that? toenails from lycanthropes... i'm wondering why the hell do anyone want toenails, unless you are a witch or wizard of course... and lycanthropes are pathetically few... so the solution is to wait... i have no idea how i even had the crazy idea of visiting this place the previous time and happily waiting for one to summon more until the whole suspending bridge is impossible to pass...
apparently i'm all alone of course. so naturally the only source that links me to any sign of humanity is filled with megas which i until now have no idea why people would spend money to make the system lag. yet another unfanthomable mystery about people. but yes, and that's just the opening of lid of the pandora's box of humanity's most foulest traits.
then you start questioning why are there so many ungrateful brats out there. this is especially so if you have to wait until certain wolves and lycanthropes to be poisoned and have long periods of waiting time... of course, there's no answer to that. people can do whatever they want during times of peace and then when trouble comes they blame everyone else but themselves. yet another unfanthomable mystery about humanity, and kids.
and of course thinking and thinking and thinking, one thought will lead to another, and i come to think of many things that happened before, and i realise i've done alot of weird things in the past, despite the possession of a brain which it's sole purpose is to think. and the more i think about it, the more i want to find a mountain and just bury myself there for the rest of my life.
well, i guess my magic points have recovered. and perhaps should just resume my hunting of useless toenails...
