I made it to level 45 today. Fwee! >_<
This mostly makes me happy because it is one step closer to out-levelling my level 48 friend. That, and it’s one more level higher than my level 44 friend, who is trying to out-level me. It’s like a huge, out-levelling triangle. My entire buddy list is trying to out-level someone else on my buddy list.
If there is anything that I dislike more than bad spelling, it must be bad grammar.
In my guild, I am known as “The Grammar Nazi.” And, actually, I’m proud of this title.
The only problem is that my guild does not use that nickname nicely. They use it as an insult.
I’m sorry that I correct people when they spell something incorrectly, or when they use improper grammar. Most of the time, when people don’t know if they’ve spelled a word correctly, they ask me whether or not it is, in fact, spelled correctly. So, out of habit, I have started to correct people even when they don’t ask.
Yesterday I gained another level, and as I reached level 44 I realized that I needed more help.
Training at “The Garden Of Red I” just wasn’t working out. Getting 65 experience per kill, while my other friends are doing party quests in Ludibrium or killing monsters in the Omega Sector, is not how I want to be spending my time in MapleStory; especially not at level 44. I know what you’re going to suggest– Ludibrium Party Quests. Well, party quests are not my most favorite things. In fact, I did my first party quest at level 43. My party ended up quitting at the final stage, leaving me with three members. I had no idea what to do, so I started attacking the boss. Not a smart move– I ended up with a lot of EXP missing.
So here I am, ranting on and on about KSers, just like everyone else.
I had decided to get to 50% before the night was over, and being at 46%, that wouldn’t be a very hard goal to reach. I therefore had become very determined to reach this goal.
Hopping my way through Cloud Park I, climbing to the top of the Road To The Garden Of Three Colors, I reached my destination; The Garden Of Red.
We all know I have a habit of writing blogs about people. So, yet again, here is another. And, although most of them are only interesting to the person they’re about, please read this one. It’s important to me, in a way.
I always start out by saying how it all began. So, not being one to break traditions, here is my beginning with this person.
No, this isn’t another episode of “The Twilight Zone.” This is everyday life.
You see, I was just walking to my next class today, which happened to be Art. A 9th grader by the name of “Josh” wasn’t paying attention, and walked into a door. Now, amazingly, no one said, “Oh, are you okay?” or, “Ouch.”
The collision was met with a chorus of, “Owned!”
Okay, so, as most of you know, I’ve already done one blog dedicated to a good friend of mine; Dan.
So, this time it’s another good friend of mine. His name’s Dimmy. And I love him to pieces, and that’s really all there is to say.
This time, we met in a PQ, not at Henesys Hunting Ground. And, no, Dimmy wasn’t dressed as a magical nanny that can pull large objects out of a purse.
He was just really, really good at getting into PQ’s. xD This sounds completely rediculous at first, but I was young and stupid and didn’t know how easy it was to get in.
No, this isn’t really some blog about labels or other things such as that. You want to know what it’s about?
It’s about some person who decided to call me “evolved.” XD
Let me tell you the story, from the very beginning. Now, normally I don’t have a problem with people saying that I sound older than I actually am. That’s right, I’m a literate 12-year-old. (Gasping noises from the audience)
Aiight. Here’s a picture of the highest level person I’ve seen so far on MS.
Comment if you’ve seen anyone higher.
So there’s this guy, right? And his name is Dan. And he’s totally the most radical person you will ever meet in your entire life.
Want to know how we really met?
It’s kinda a funny story…
You see, Dan was carrying around a blue umbrella, right?
Dan: I’m Mary Poppins!
Me: More like a transvestite-turned-Mary Poppins.
Dan: D=