No, not eating your level. Its enjoying it!
Nothing much, just kept training in Perion street corner, slash-blasting at every possible moment.
And for some KSing mages, and Sins. =P
I also KSed the heck outta’ some very unfriendly Maplers.
A small convo I think I remembered, (Of course, in proper english.)
Them: Oi! You get out of here lah.
Me: Why? This is for all of us.
Them: *hockkien barrage of bad words*
Me: *kses the heck outta them using bamboo spear*
Them: *CCs*
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’S back, folks?
YES! ITS ME! WITH A MONSTER INTERVIEW TO BOOT!! (And Crew)
WHAAHAA! On with the SHOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
(I like CAPS LOCK.)
Monster Interviews by Fenrir and his newly recruited crew!Fenrir- “Varrock sewers. The place where-SPIDERS!!!!!!!! AAAAHHH!!!”
Red spider- “What? I’m the *bleep* guest of this show, and you scream at the sight of me?”
For those who missed my last chapter. =/
For now, Chapter 7 is here!
Damn it., Fenrir cursed. What now? My life?! Everything is gone! My parents, my siblings, my town!?, he ranted on, just as the fire burnt his small house down. Chill, Fen, chill., Evanna tried to coax him. Shut up!, he snapped back, causing her to flinch. Fenrir sheathed his sword then slowly walked around Henesys, tears forming in his eyes.
Hooray. I leveled to 21 today. (rhymes doesn’t it?)
Thanks from help provided by a Sin-to-be thief. (I also helped him to level, so don’t flame me for not giving gratitude)
Pics here.
1. WHERE THE HELL IS MY BRAIN????!!!
2. Level up!
Nothing much to blog about in this period.
Blah. =/
My Fan-fic is on hold because of lack of imagination. Sorry to those who eagerly anticipated chapter 7.
Power leveling does not, DOES NOT, rock. At all.
One. Do not ever try to power level at pig beach with a warrior.
Two. You get KSed every time you try to train.
Three. If you’re funded, that’s okay, you don’t have to endure my rant. If not, DON’T TRY TO POWER LEVEL, EVER.
EVAR!
Anyways.
I leveled to the noob’s dream of 20! Rejoice! =D
Hello again.
I’m bored.
MapleSEA is undergoing a server check.
Extended till 5pm. Maybe more, seeing that the underwater internet cables got totaled in the earthquake in Taiwan.
Fenrir said: “RuneScape?”Accidentally deleted Java. So no RuneScape.
Fenrir said: “Battleon?”Limit gone over. No AQ either.
Fenrir said: “FlyFF?”Hey! Good Idea! *goes to play FlyFF*
This blog which has no relations to any MMORPGs or whatsoever, is made by Fenrir and his alter ego, who has returned from his holiday in Iceland.Nothing much to say here .
On with the story then.
Chapter 6.
Waking with a start, Fenrir was sweating profusely. Just a dream, just a dream. No worries, boy., he thought to himself. Fenrir stood up, his muscles strained, and went to the small kitchen in his house to get a glass of water. As he was pouring water into a mug, his eyes caught an orange glow from his window. He went to it and wiped the window with his hands. The scene in front of it froze his nerves.
After a veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry long hiatus, I have decided to go back to interviewing dumb vermins running around sewers.
Rats!
Monster Interviews by FenrirFenrir- “Long time no see, folks! How are you people?”
Crew- “There goes our long deserved break…” *sigh*
Fenrir- “To the sewers we go, today! Interviewing rats!” *jolly mood*
Interesting title, huh?
Anyways, I gained another level today. Ain’t that fast?! <insert guy on kerosene fuel>
Idiots who want the weapon you are using; PIC 1
At approximately 5.06 hours, my Page-to-be warrior, was jumping around Ellinia doing a quest. Kill 100 Green mushrooms. I don’t know why, but the fairy who bribed me to do it was afraid of them. Isn’t facing one’s fears the only way to get rid of it? Geez, Wizet must be stupid…(Another ‘Wizet is stupid’ quote!). Then this mage traded me. I agreed, not knowing what i was going into. Then he said he wanted my weapon. A spade, courtesy of a random Assassin in Mushroom shrine (I forgot the name, sorry). I said no. And that was the end of that. (not really, but if you must know, we ended it ‘quite’ peacefully.)
Original- I write sins, not tragedies by Panic at the disco.
Spoof- Ruined wedding of a Mapler.
Oh, well imagine, as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can’t help but to hear, no I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words:
“What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!” says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
“And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom’s bride’s a Hackr’.”