I said I wouldn’t go and make a big deal and write a blog but I am.
I’m sitting here in my chair trying to hold myself back from IMing him and nudging him to go to sleep since it’s about. 2 hours past his bedtime~x] [Kill me for caring x)]
So.. who’s he?
The guy that I spent 3 months drooling over. The guy that trained me when no one else believed I could level. The guy that listened to me.
Maldran slowly circled around the Balrog, terrible in its power. It swung its arm and several reddish missiles flew towards him. Maldran quickly sidestepped, using the Balrog’s own attack to distract it as he launched a devastating volley of shurikens.
They simply bounced off.
Maldran charged with his twin daggers in hand(s). He performed dozens of lightning-quick stabs as he ran a circle around the lumbering Balrog.
If Bill Gates was a Cheif Bandit with “Meso Explosion”, would he stil be rich?
Why aren’t red potions donated to the Red Cross?
If someone dies and goes to hell, is 50 HP really enough to sustain them for eternity?
Would it be possible to carry THAT much ramen with you? Even if it wasn’t cooked.
How long has “Melting Cheese” been melting for? And does that mean it’s fermented or gone bad?
Part 2:
The Stray Dog
Chapter 8
What you gain from those you lost, youve gain nothing at all.
What had happened between Amana and me was just a strange introduction.
Like any man at my age, at the time, would have completely fallen for an older woman like her; even though she was engaged to someone whom she never once mentioned. And like any man at my age, I fell for her charms and her slick ways of being a woman, who always got whatever she wanted.
Ok, so. I ended up skipping math this morning, bad girl, I know, but I did it for a good reason >.> I was taking a shower this morning and thinking about where my life was going, and after I flipped on the t.v. to put on ‘that’s life with robin swaboda’, and they had the band augustana on. And they played the song ‘Boston’. and it got my mind thinking. I’ve been going to college because this is what everyone else wants. Not what I want. So, I think I might drop out after this semester and get a regular job, while trying to pursue my dream of being a writer/illustrator..basically, I want to do comics. And the reason I skipped math was because I started getting a rough draft together for a contest I plan to enter when the next one comes up, assuming my comic is all put together by then. I think I have a decent chance of getting at least a runner up slot if I can get my act together. And that’s what I need to do, get myself together and I think I can succeed if I actually try. So I guess maple will be cut back on training a lot, but oh well. Lei can sit at 89 for a bit more.. >.> Anyway, back to my rough draft.
As Night walked into the main square, where the palace was, he became disgusted by what the once-properous town had become. Each guard held a Red Whip towards about 20 people, probably slaves, threateningly. The area was now mud-slicked, instead of the rocky land before. Houses burned freely, screams were heard everywhere, and barely anyone was allowed to stay indoors anymore.
Some people know how to take them, others really don’t. I try and be a good person when people want to help me, and just like those people who help me, I try and help other people as well. Unforunately for me, people aren’t as nice to me when I try and help.
Today I was working on the sauna robe quest while at college on one of my breaks. For this, I needed to get some pig heads. Fine, not really a big deal, I’m level 32, I can get 4 relatively easy, right? Not really. I started at it for a bit, and a level 18 mage added me to her party. I figure, you know, I can be nice about it, and help until I have what I need. So she invites someone else, and they just mooch on a rope. >.< Some people just piss me off.
I’m going to rewrite the blog . O_O
Okay .
I was at pig beach, trying to get one red ribbon for The runaway kid Alex. I bet he collects those gold watches . Even if we do the quest he Forever . Remains . In . Kerning . How many gold watches did his mother actually have ?
Back to the the subject . Just ONEEE Red Ribbon . I could get it if I just whack a random Ribbon Pig and get in . But NUUUU~ A hacker came in . And looted all the drops, killed all the monsters and annoyed the heck out of me .
OOS//Ok, after a LOOONG break, I’m finally returning to continuing the series i started on months ago >.< I’m still not too confident of my writing, so, bear with me O_O O_O//
“Oy, Nozuke…” Cruxius yelled. The mage stirred, whimpering in his robes. The comfort of sleep was too hard to leave. “Nozuke!” He yelled again, puling back his leg, kicking the clumped body on the ground . Nozuke yelped with pain as his side was bruised with the kick, making him jolt up, before collapsing again. “Watch it, Cruxius!” He mumbled, rubbing the bruise. Wait… What’s the weird feeling…? His eyes snapped open when his cheek met with something soft…and…freezing. Nozuke jerked up, blinking the stuff from his eyes. Snow?! Nozuke jumped to his feet, blinking several times, tryin gto make sure that it was true. He turned to see Cruxius leaning against the wall with a straight face, using the meba to chip away some ice from the walls. “You’re well versed in magic, I assume? If so, tell me, is there such magic as this; freezing your surroundings, that is…?” He asked, a frown slowly evident. Nozuke sighed. So, Cruxius was all better now? And now, he’s asking Nozuke a question neither of them knew? Nozuke strapped on the old raggedy cape, resting his right hand on his waist, frowning back at Cruxius. “And you expect me to know such advanced magic?” Cruxius sighed, forcing a chuckle. “I supposed so. Sorry.”
Well, if you do, you obviously aren’t the victim of drama have you?!?! -evil stare-
I absolutely HATE it. Andd yet, it’s thrown at me like a fish suddenly slapping you a couple of times with it’s tail when you thought it was dead. [o.o] *btw this blog is rated 95% drama, so run if you hate drama* [it’s also long]
Anyways, this week has been prettyyy tough for me. I had finals, projects, regular hw, tests, the ‘living up to be what your parents want you to be’, and the weight of my dad losing his job. Then, this weekend, the bomb just dropped. It’s not as bad as my dad losing his job, trust me, but it was just. . sad, shall I say?