A Rock and A Hard Place

Look! I fell between a rock and a hard place. >_<

How to turn Dark Temple into a Trap.

I went to Dark Temple hoping to visit the Astral Plane when tradgedy struck. I fell.

Kora wanted me to be a sacrifice!!!! :o Meanie!

She pointed out how dead I was. (Thus qualifing me as a good sacrifice.)

Annnnd the party is hungry. Cause apparently, it just ain't a party without finger snackks.

Didn't make it through the room.... fell (how ironic!) through the floor into the lava below where I then proceded to die.

(I was almost to the goal!!!)

But a friend shows up soon enough! I have COMPANY!!!!


Three exiles in a lava pool! Wheeeee!

With the addition of a fourth exile, this has officially become a trap.

Soul showed up, sent in more fighters who brought us out safe and somewhat sound.

Thanks go to Soul Hunter, Super Chicken, Geo, Tara (and anyone else I forgot to mention) for getting us out of a hot situation.

Thanks also go to the three fallen with me for trying to rescue me. :D

Koraleva

This is for Koraleva cause she wanted a sketch of her done up after she saw the other two on mah blog. Oh yeah... and cause I promised her I'd do one. More sketchs of Puddlebiens to follow!

Slime Caves and Cloud!

Iriel and myself go to the Slime Caves cause... well..... I got a map and we can!




Utter failure awaits as Iriel is laid low by a wendie and I fall to a *sob* bloodhawk!



Soooooo close to our goal, I put the cry out for help (in the form of a healer so we don't have to walk back) over the sinstone network! Lazy, lazy TRAPers!



An elite team swoops to the rescue! With Faf healing and Chykyn and Downy dealing with the slimes, Iri and I enter (and survive for longer then two seconds!) the cave.



I'm still hopeless.... getting my socks rocked off by Tiny Slimes.

I had lots of fun on cloud! Sensi let me borrow her mittens... so I threw snowballs at her. Notice the angry pose! She's like a mommy... but with a goss. A big freakin goss she threaten to run me through with! Eeep!

I still fall though... sooooo close to freedom!

But I did fall through a wall and find some funky mystyk-ish thing! Sooooooooo nifty!

Randoms!

These are from several different (mis)adventures!



>_<


I actually help people!




Le GASP! Spies!

Deep Wells and more

The "and more part" first. I almost had to abandon this blog becuase I not only forgot the password for the account, I forgot the login for the account! Very bad! VEERY bad!

And now back to our show...

I went exploring with Stonehand today. The destination was a well in East Forest. Once we found the well, I investigated the sign posted outside the well. "DANGER--- DEEP WELL" would keep most exiles away but I stepped forth into the darkness...

Aaaaaaaand KERSPLAT... in grande TRAP tradition, I fell. Both to my doom and all over the ground. Apparently this well is deep enough to produce insta-death syptoms upon arival at the bottem of the shaft.

I was highly confident! Still, I learned that confidence is not always going to save you and that the buddy system is essential when exploring with a fall-prone thoom (Stonehand raised the alarm as to my demise) and that Tostitos makes a rather yummy (for canned, I still like the real stuff better) Spinach dip. Also MAPS GIVE THOOMS BAD IDEAS.

PSA: Berrycide

BERRYCIDE: Darkberries, these berries are very dangerous and should not be given to small children or members of the clan TRAP. Innocent in appearance, one could easily confuse them with a harmless bunch of berries.


Suspicious guys are normally a dead giveaway to nefarious plots. I, however, feel the spirit of SCIENCE welling up inside me.



Dialogue of a dark nature is also a giveaway to dastardly intent. I ignore these hints for SCIENCE! I purchase a bunch of Darkberries.



Many high-calibre minds meet in TC to watch this experiment and gain knowledge from it. I begin the first test, ingestion of a Bunch of Darkberries.

I find that Darkberries are a cunning trap! Instant death to something "Unknown".

The result? PND (pretty near dead) or, in the plainly spoken words of one healer... "Dude, you're fucked". I move that the message for any eater of Darkberries is henceforth "DYF".

The spirit of SCIENCE takes hold and theories and explanations are brought forth.

The first few attempts to heal fail horribly. Two solutions are voiced: dump in Abyss 2 or assemble a million horus in TC.

Crius calls for more healers and we remember about Stora! Stora will be the tipping point!

Healers crawl out from every nook and cranny. The verdict remains the same: EPIC FAIL.

A mathematical equation of my situation is created by Sploof. A different take on SCIENCE but a correct theorem nonetheless.

Overcome with emotion, Leighton breaks down. SCIENCE is a harsh mistress. I am still PND.

Leighton comes up with the same conclusion as me. Yes, SCIENCE is temperamental.

Everyone comes to the same conclusion. All my base are belong to Berrycide.

I take off every ZIG and depart.

The experiment is a success in some way and a failure in others. Around 3000 horus was assembled and that failed to do anything even with an OE on. Berrycide is pretty much a guaranteed depart unless there is Divine Intervention from the GMs. We tested several different ways of healing and did not succeed. For SCIENCE!

It's me, by me! Aren't I pretty?

Note: That's duct tape keeping the axe attached to my flipper... you wankers.

Note the poofy sleeves. Very chic... Am I not the best artist ever?

Trip to the Beach!

I decided to go exploring Northeast Forest... and ran into a huge mob of spriggens. I fled south only to encounter a trio of WENDIES! This presented a classic "rocks and hard to run place" senario. Only fevered running and occasional slashing allowed me to survive. Eventually I had a couple wendie pelts in my bag and off I went to explore the great open north plains!
After dashing madly through the plains (due to an absurd amount of Artak cougers), I ended up at the beach. Bleeding from many wounds, I sought sanctuary in the hut only to find out it had been locked. I bame that lousy Nemo. Overcharging prick! 20c for a boat!?!??! "Rediculous!", I exclaimed and continued on my fevered and desprite sprints for safety. Shoulda taken the boat ride. >_<'
More to follow! Interpretive drawings of exiles! Mostly because I can! And because I have to express my inner Thoom sometimes!

Picture Book of Ackkbarisms

EPIC! Mutually Assured Destruction! We ended eachother's lyfe!
I slowly learn a bastardized version of Thoom.


Totally. Gotta keep those crazy nutters at bay.

Bumtags! (Bumseks?) FTW!

FUCK OFF M'AT! I got an axe not a daffodile for a reason.

I fall, Cammie seeks. Cammstar rules.

Duke Nukethoom. A Thoom's Thoom.

Luck... all you need, bitches.

TRILLBANE or The Day The Newbs Went Away

The hunt gathered in TC. This is one of the largest gatherings of exiles that I have ever seen in my journey to... yeah, forgot. So like I was recolectifying, there was a huuuuuuuuuge group. Like 73 or something.

We waited for Daimoth to show up, seeing he was the leader of the hunt and had been most vocal about the amazingness of this particular hunt. Then we waited some more. And a bit more. BKC is a very astute Dorf and had this to say on the topic of Daimoth:

I learned that you can have fun with cigars! Whodathunkit?

The group then proceeded to Camp Dred, where the group was going to fight its way past Orgas and Weirdly Named Orgas and Orgas Of Unusual Size. There were sufficient amounts of Scary-sized Orgas that even the Ubers couldn't establish and hold the breach necessary for the swarm of Midbies and Newbies to descend with righteous fury upon and fall around said Orgas. Instead, us in the Newb/Midbie range were waiting patiently for the Ubers to clear the PF for us. I don't really remember this part cause I was busy chasing rats and fooling around. What!?! Waiting is boring!

Eventually, somehow, it was decided that the 2 full mystics would teleport people into the back way or something. Remember, I was playing with rats... Anyways. This meant that only 48 or so exiles could go. As most of the Newbie/Midbies didn't need the book, we were effectively cut from the team. Gustave took pity on TRAP et al (NEEEEEWBS!) and decided to take us to Noids. Arming ourselves with a Bitchin' Really Awesome Heal-o-Tron Zeta (hence forth known as the Brahtz), we valiantly plunged forth into the dark cavern.

Being a TRAP adventure, we fell alot but still managed to progress through the cavern.

Did I mention we fell alot?

Not being satisfied, Iriel, Brahtz, Trowl and I went out for an excursion to the Tro'ol Village. We fell during a planning powwow and the Tro'ols mocked us mercilessly.

This resulted in important truths being revealed and accepted.

Then poses were had by all and everything was good.


I learn of Brahtz's humanitarian nature and his concern for other exiles' well-being!

We then tried to return to TC. Suddenly, we were ambushed! I was enthusiastically optimistic at first but Trowl's failing health cause me to inquire as to what his plan was. His answer chilled me to my Thoomish skeleton. I saw the crafty plan within the non-plan though.

Soon after, the Trillbane hunt ended. We ended up getting rescued by some intrepid exile who was soloing the Tro'ol mines. Damn Ubers... they're just so cute, you really can't stay mad at them.