While being stuck in a grrrMAZE! –

SilverFx: The ability to walk through walls will be nice for Christmas.
Halovite: I’ll get you an electric drill.
SilverFx: Aw Halo, you’re so sweet :3
Halovite: You’ll have to find the power point by yourself though =/

So, somewhen in March, darling PbSO4 – the Maple hubby – told me that he was going to try playing Cabal, the newest (and heavily advertised) game in town, and asked if I wanted to go over as well for the open beta. read more

The woods fell to darkness as the lady silverface retired behind a veil of grey tinged clouds. As if they were children now released from the watchful eyes of their chaperone, the gentle gusts of wind picked up the speed and rowdiness of their play, whipping up the powdery snow already on the ground, taunting them for their hapless inertia.

Conall reined in his hog, which snorted and shuffled its hooves agitatedly, chafing at the restraining leather straps. It clearly did not want to stop in this clearing, and neither did its rider; yet the lady had indicated that this would be her destination. Conall dismounted first, then turned and extended a hand to help his passenger down. read more

Conall was startled, and flattered too, to find that she had addressed that question to him. Her slanted eyes were still peering intently at him through her long lashes, as she caressed the surface of her own tankard with slim fingers.

‘Well, lady, old man Tyrone, lady silverface may have been round when I hunted the wolf down, but it was none of her changelings that I killed. Mayhap it was a mere coincidence that the wolf hunted like a Were.’ read more

He saw her even before she had stepped into the tavern, having long noticed the strange lady the moment she passed through the gates of El Nath. She was not inconspicuous; no stranger wandering around in this small town would be. Deepwinter here was harsh and bitter, and no foreigner or merchant with a drop of sanity would call on the town in this season unless out of sheer desperation. read more

Ever.

EVEREVEREVER!!

I MEAN IT. >O!

So, it is just another fine day/night, and I was summoned online to participate in a Guild Party Quest. Y’know, that silly thing where you ‘wear manly earrings’ (as quoth by Piat) and go through various Tormenting Jump Quests just to get to that bonus stage where boundless of rich rewards await!

Yeah, that.

Okay, I’m logged into Verchiel, the level 28 Rogue that has been The Designated Incendiary GPQ Nub. She gets to be invited into the guild and unceremoniously kicked out of it after every GPQ by yours truly. (It really funny how whenever I kick her, someone will go, ‘WHY???’ and I’ll have to explain that it is my own Nub, so chill. ) read more

All that excitement about fourth job, and I cannot take part.

*mumble*

All I got out of the whole damn thing was a bloody fright when I first logged in right after I patched. See link to understand.

Anyway. Congratulations to Eona, on becoming a Night Lord.
Or, as I’d prefer to call her, a Nightie.

Flashy skillz!

So like, someone got tired of seeing me in my ‘purple G-string’ (don’t question the perceptions of this certain someone *cough*Eona*cough*) and decided to sponsor me 10k of A-cash to get me a Cash outfit. read more

Skip the first part; it’s just drama and a need to, I don’t know, prove myself right/wrong and run the angst out.

I know you’d expect something like this to be posted on MMOtales. Well, you’re right. But I don’t know if your real life perspective which made you cut off all ties just like that without a warning or a word would make you come and find this to read. But you know it will be here and I wouldn’t even bother to prove you wrong like I was originally tempted to do and not breathe a word of it on my MMOblogs. read more

Dear Santa,

I have been a very bad girl lately, so I thought I’d send you this letter, you know, as an early notification of sorts. Just in case you thought I wasn’t repenting or something and wouldn’t send me that Muffinator I asked for Christmas this year…

I told you already, it wasn’t me that stole all your cookies last year!
And it wasn’t me that stole all ten of your muffins last month either! D< read more

¤ Hostage for a Sandwich

’So it happened. Kranz appointed Aurora as mortal Advisor, breaking all tradition of the court.

None of us imagined that it would be the end of Aurora’s struggle to gain back what she had lost: if anything, it would be yet another hurdle in her way. The title she held was controversy; even the mortal blood that ran through her very veins was controversy. And if it was one thing the immortal fairies detested, it would be controversy, especially if it flew in the face of everything they had done for centuries. read more

Teh Silvar has a sudden fancy,
To start rhyming and all that schmancy,
So this saga about to unfold,
Will (almost) observe metre and rhyme, behold!

Our protagonist has been stuck at eighty-five,
Her EXP just could not thrive.
How could it, when she kept on dying?
Cows would have better chances at flying.

O, why the stagnant EXP?
Well, blame it on suicidal tendencies!
Combined with boredom and laziness,
It’s deaths galore and non-leveling-ness read more