Monday, July 27, 2009
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.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
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.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
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!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I slowly learn a bastardized version of Thoom.
Totally. Gotta keep those crazy nutters at bay.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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.