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[angelnomoon]

Haven't written in this here LJ in a while. Mostly, because there hasn't been much to write about. I didn't get to go to GenCon, although I really wanted to. Instead, I went to a Minor Party Convention last Saturday. It was a work obligation and even if I didn't have it; the short notice to get to Indy and having the money together would have

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[kakita_tsuna]

I shall rescue you from the dark depths of boredom! *poses like a superhero*

A) When making icons you smile whenever you ponder what you cut or leave?
B) What is the icon you've made that you say it could enlighten a brick?
C) Pets? =) (besides from yer doggie)

I shall answer in kind should the irresistible urge to ask questions arise on your person.

[angelnomoon]

A. Yes. And I cackle. But I like doing the cutting it makes the best part of the icon I think.

B. My gifts for the wicked icon. It's animated and comes from two related L5R Card Arts.

C. Fish - three of them and they are OLD.

[kakita_tsuna]

A) *Snickers* Hai I can totally picture that cutting is the funniest part of iconization!

B) Where I can see them?

C) Perhaps you should get cats mice so then you'll have the whole natural chain of feeding. Cats eats fish mice and the dog can sit and watch! =D

[angelnomoon]

B.

[a_new_machine]

Her dog *is* a cat.

Also, her fish are not just old. They are ancient in their wickedness. I swear, they're Cthulu's offspring from before he slumbered.

[kakita_tsuna]

Hahahaha that must be one comfy mischievous dog!

They have like white wrinkled barbs and use canes as help to swim?
Or more along the dinosaur-like kind of fish?

[angelnomoon]

More like if you look at them the wrong way they may eat you.

[a_new_machine]

They are old, older than time. They have seen the cracks form across the face of the world, seen rivers grind mountains to dust. Their gaze has ventured across a thousand epochs unseen by Man, and nary stopped even to pass judgment. Such is the mind of Dianna's fish: there is no care, no concern, save for the timing of the next precious arrival, when the top of the world opens and food rains down.

They are not evil. They simply do not care if you, or any other being, lives or dies, so long as the flakes continue to fall, to nourish their timeless hunger.

It is whispered, in the shadowed halls of Innsmouth, that they murdered one of their ancient compatriots to increase the share for all of the precious flakes. Can you imagine? A creature spawned in the darkness before the light of the sun, and its only companions across the slow, disinterested eternity are merely shareholders - others who must be defeated, if one is to profit.

To stare into their eyes is to see madness.

(Actually I think they're just really old)

[angelnomoon]

I think I missed the time you rolled and failed your Sanity check.

[kakita_tsuna]

Not that any of us have many sanity points left. Considering we've lived and seen many fantastic things on our RPG games.

But yeah I am afraid he must be close to 0 and is a tea-party friend with Chtulhu

[angelnomoon]

Hey now, simmer down there about my dog!