Don't speak to me of anarchy, of peace or calm revolt...
Okay, I got lazy. I also got sick. Real sick. Bronchitis and sinusitis. You know, I can't say sinusitis without thinking it's made up, then laughing about it, then coughing a lot because I laughed, then telling myself not to laugh because it makes me cough, then I laugh again because I'm frigging insane and talking to myself AGAIN, and about then I sneeze all over myself, then I die. I hate being sick.
The nurse said I would be feeling better in a day or two. Well, it's been a day, and I actually feel worse. The only redeeming element is that Morrowind works absolutely perfect with my RAM upgrade and now I have some extra free time to play it. When I'm not feeling achy and tired and dead, of course. I have contracted brown rot! Cure Blight Disease! Cure Blight Disease! Dammit, it works in the game...
So, yeah, Morrowind. This game only serves to feed my OCD habit. Because I must steal every piece of junk from every house in every town I walk into... Maybe I just role-play the thief a little too well. In addition, I have a fixation with CURIOS. You know, little unique things... items that aren't commonplace... That's why there's a shelf that has six skulls on it in my manor... (Which I also stole. And by stole, I mean, murdered the previous owner and squatted in his house.) I swear, this game brings out the worst side of me. But you know what? I don't care. I live a life completely contrary to anything I could possibly do in this game, so I might as well take it to the other end of the spectrum, right? To the extreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeme!
I thought I had more to say, but I prattled on about a video game instead... But that's okay, I tend to do that... from time... to time... >.>
man, we're in a play of slow decay, orchestrated by Boltzmann...
The nurse said I would be feeling better in a day or two. Well, it's been a day, and I actually feel worse. The only redeeming element is that Morrowind works absolutely perfect with my RAM upgrade and now I have some extra free time to play it. When I'm not feeling achy and tired and dead, of course. I have contracted brown rot! Cure Blight Disease! Cure Blight Disease! Dammit, it works in the game...
So, yeah, Morrowind. This game only serves to feed my OCD habit. Because I must steal every piece of junk from every house in every town I walk into... Maybe I just role-play the thief a little too well. In addition, I have a fixation with CURIOS. You know, little unique things... items that aren't commonplace... That's why there's a shelf that has six skulls on it in my manor... (Which I also stole. And by stole, I mean, murdered the previous owner and squatted in his house.) I swear, this game brings out the worst side of me. But you know what? I don't care. I live a life completely contrary to anything I could possibly do in this game, so I might as well take it to the other end of the spectrum, right? To the extreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeme!
I thought I had more to say, but I prattled on about a video game instead... But that's okay, I tend to do that... from time... to time... >.>
man, we're in a play of slow decay, orchestrated by Boltzmann...