There's just something sadistically amusing about placing my little MMO character into a thick cloud of deadly sulfur gas just so he can take ongoing damage and therefore rank up his healing skills. I like to picture him lingering there, his vision swimming and his slowly starving brain addled as the toxins ravage his poor body inside and out.
I feel a picture is in order for that.
I'm feeling pretty good for once, today. I should go and do something worthwhile... at least until Matthew comes home.