No, I’m not Canadian. I just haven’t actually WRITTEN about anything in awhile.
Not because of things to write about, but because of a lack of willpower on my part!
Well, I think I should really kick this off in list form.

Thing’s Aurida’s done in the last month.
– Hit Level 74.
– Got Level 7 Holy Symbol (because 114% EXP for 52 seconds is sweet, even if it isn’t yet worth using consistently.)
– Borrowed a sweet Dark Ritual from my lovely friend Jessica. (Jessica, if you somehow manage to read my inane dribble from wherever you’re stationed on, like, the International Space Station looking down on Earth which in this particular extended metaphor and also runon sentence represents MMOtales, you get mad props for that.)
– Befriended Macaw, who is sweet in every concievable way.
– Listened to a lot of Johnny Cash. (Picture A)
– Did nothing all day, then turned around and ceased to be productive. read more

“Why do they come to me to die?,” asked Rodin as he stuck a landing. The freshly dead bulldog behind him fell into pieces, as all the rest had. Rodin cleaned his sword, sheathing it and moving forward.
He knew somewhere deep in his subconscious that one false step could mean his death… falling into the veritable river of lava beneath the small, jagged islands of rock.
He grit his teeth and climbed another rope towards the suspended platforms, thinking to himself all the while.
“Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. I can’t protect anyone… Not Sarah, Terra nor Terrato…”
He climbed up the rope, sat on the floating bit of rock and removed the armor plating from his left leg, revealing a particularly nasty wound. He sat and stared at his leg for a minute, not noticing the danger brewing around him until the sphere of blazing hot fire flew past his face.
He looked up and saw another red canine, preparing to spit another fireball into his face. He grabbed hold of the rope beneath him and swung down, the plasma nearly missing his helmet.
He grabbed for his sword again, dropping the leg plating he was holding into the magma.
“Dang it, I’m going to have to pay for that.” Taking his sword off his back, he charged it with a magical energy and bat the next fireball back at the Bain. The Bain took the hit directly, its own flames licking at its face, but didn’t seem to even be phased by it.
“Alright, you stupid dog… You’re not going to be the end of me!”
Rodin hoisted himself up by his free hand and jumped to the next floating platform, the pain in his leg almost too much to bear. He deflected another fireball as he jumped towards the next stone…
“C’mon, Rodin. This is just like training, but you have an injured leg, a mutant dog shooting fire at you and pure lava beneath you. …I’m not helping.” He jumped one more time and realized… he wasn’t going to make it! He grabbed hold of the rope hanging off the platform and slid down, flames licking his boots and the Bain readying another powerful blast. Rodin shut his eyes, waiting for the end…
…he heard a blast like out of a cannon, several sounds of extremely fast impact, and felt a very powerful force rip him off of the rope, blasting him backwards. That was about the time he blacked out. read more

And he struck down the man who’d introduced him to magic… or at least his dark side.
The Cleric knelt over his corpse and picked a small black scroll off of it… he’d gotten what he came for.
Annihilating the Tauromacis that his foe had spawned, he used a sparkling rock as a portal back to town and opened a talking channel to all of his suppporters…
“Doing the gainful employment dance, YEAH! I’ve just murdered an old man!”
This was met with cheers. read more

What’s there to say? I done good, Wizet done good, everybody… done good.
Getting level 63 was a fun experience. Trying to find empty Zombie maps was … easy. Seeing as most everyone was at Aqua Road, I quickly snagged a map… and noticed some changes.
The timer on top of the screen, and the teleporting pits a la The Land of Wild Board 1. The timer… absolutely useless. Seeing as you can just go to another map and come back to refresh the timer, it does nothing except against people who are too stupid to figure this out. Anbu guild, I’m looking at you! (see previous blogs)
So, despite my digression, I quickly captured a z1 and killed happily to a good 75%. The pits allowed me to have a new strategy, namely, hitting every zombie on one side first, using a pit, hopping down and hitting every zombie on the other side, using THAT pit, waiting 15 seconds, dropping down and kicking undead butt.
It worked, too, until a ‘sin showed up. She mistook my waiting period as being AFK (she was obviously looking for an excuse to steal the map) and started killing zombies, saying that ‘being AFK = lose map.’
Arghh, how I wish for a /kill command right now.
This conflict continued for awhile, she apparently not realizing that we were both crippling each other’s EXP gain by about half. After about 20 minutes of idiocy, I experienced my first encounter with a deus ex machina! An assassin walked into the map, obviously with the intention of changing channels. I stopped him, and asked him if he’d help me. To my amazement, he said yes, and we partied up.
Seeing as me with Haste (a Lv. 62 Cleric at the time) can easily keep up with a level 58 assassin, I started to turn the KSing tides, while she begged the deus ex to help her instead. He believed my story instead of hers (Jeez, I must have some good karma on my side :P) and she was forced to leave, after defaming me. Jerk.
We went on for awhile, simply training together, and finally we added each other as buddies. He had to leave for awhile, so I continued training until a Lv. 9x Hermit came in, and again with the total lack of respect that assassins have become famous for (and it’s these idiots that do it) he began to KS me, unprovoked. I knew I wasn’t going to stand up to such an idiotically powerful … idiot, so I simply went channel surfing. I couldn’t find any empties, but one nice guy offered me his channel after he was done with it. I channel surfed some more, found nothing, until the aforementioned person gave me his channel. I went there, and took the channel, partying with a Fighter who was already there.
He invited a Spearman friend of his, and we killed happily until, what, the same 9x Hermit came in and continued from where he left off. We couldn’t stop him (again) so the Fighter promised to have some friends KS him, and we left for another channel. We didn’t get very far there, but I was at 90% and it was pretty late, so I logged off for then. read more

“Now how am I supposed to believe that?”
Rodin believed wholeheartedly that what Aurida had said was a lie. Yet, looking at the evidence… the expansive mansion with loads of decorum…
“Someone who so depreciates life can’t possibly have gotten such a social ranking. Also, you’re no Priest…”
“You might want to check again.” read more

Rodin smirked and held his sword in an offensive stance, readying himself for whatever the Cleric produced. The Cleric sat there, making motion after motion in an extremely long spell.
“So… are we going to do this or not?”
“Rodin,” Aurida replied, “This is an example of a ‘Needs concentration so shut up’ thing.”
“Hmph.”
Aurida finished his spell and a column of light shot up about five feet to the side of him. Once the light faded, there was a decrepit zombie standing on top of a complicated symbol.
Rodin simply stared. “This is IT? This is all that you want me to fight?!”
Aurida frowned. “Just do it. I call the shots here.” read more

“Gnehh… That idiot killed me.”

Rodin found himself staring at an extremely strange landscape. All mountains were volcanoes that continuously spewed some sort of blue substance into the atmosphere.

“Not quite what I expected the land of the dead to be… But I suppose once you’re past that point, you don’t have much of a choice.” read more