So I was in my first LOTRO raid in awhile a few hours ago, against the Turtle (A GIANT TURTLE IN MORIA =O), and, even though I've been in about 5 times, WE NEVER WIN! WTF is up with that? I know I'm doing MY job (healing the losers in front), but why can't we kill the MFer?!
IT'S A GIANT TURTLE FOR BOB'S SAKE!!!!!
I will make you into turtle soup, you stupid animal!
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Anyway, Daddy's got his surgery tomorrow, and I've got my Endo appointment around the time he gets out...let's see how bad my body's doing! =D
I just hope they're able to get the damn stones out this time >_< Please Lord let them get them out...
I can't say I'm really working on anything at the moment. I'm having to move my files back to the laptop, sort them out a little. I've got sooo many projects:
Rewriting Sinful Rose, Crimson King
Writing Poison/Medicine
Writing Zel/Wordsnatcher's fic (I promise it'll get written, hon, but it is slow in coming together in me poor brain...
Gomen nasai)
Maybe a MST3K style fic of some TR members reviewing/playing the drinking game to
The Eye of Argon...
Possible preview?:
"Only after you have kissed the fleeting stead of death, wretch!" returned Grignr.
Giovanni: "stead"? How the hell do you kiss a "stead"? I know what that word means...that's not it. *drinks because of the "misused words" rule*
Meowth: 'ow many sentences are we inta this ting?
Giovanni:
Seven.
James: "Returned"? Can't they just say "parried" or, oh I don't know, "SAID"?
Seren: Why does everyone think that word needs replacing?
Jessie: This guy's worse than GxS...
A sweeping blade of flashing steel riveted from the massive barbarians hide enameled shield
Seren: Wait....
hide enameled shield... *downs a large glass* that doesn't...tha...
that's not how enamel works! It doesn't make sense!Jessie: Aren't you asking a bit much for this to "Make sense", ma'am?
Seren: Gears...slipping....intelligence...falling....*stares blankly off into space*
Giovanni: I do believe you killed the hamster in there. I'm not sure whether to congratulate you or fire you.
sending a steel shod blade to the hilt into the soldiers vital organs.
James: No! I just had those pipes restored! We won't be able to use them for Madame Rocket's Brain hamster's funeral dirge!
Giovanni: It's not dead yet!
...
as he faced the attack of the defeated soldier's fellow in arms. "Damn you, barbarian" Shrieked the soldier
James: "He died as he lived, draped in the arms of another man..." *sees The Boss biting his lip* What?
Giovanni: *under breath* Must. not. make. joke...
Jessie: What sort of guy shri... *looks at James* never mind.
James: Hey!
~~~
I have no idea if that was any good, I was coming with what came to mind... :/ Thoughts?
Alright, it's almost 3, I'm going to watch some of the My Immortal reading on TGWTG
("What the hell are you doing you motherfukers!?!" `Dumblydore) and then I must be off to bed... Night!
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