Good Grief

Dec 18, 2007 10:05

Every time I attempt to play a podcast on my computer my cat starts frantically clawing at the thing to find whoever is talking inside the machine. A noble effort, if somewhat quixotic. He seems utterly certain I've secreted this little person away in my lap and is now standing guard over my feet until he emerges.

In other news, I've leveled up to seven and am getting quite good at spellcasting while fighting. The addition of spontaneously aggressive NPCs, however, are still throwing me for a loop. I nearly got the shit kicked out of me by a level ten bandit - and on a road no less! And yes, I now understand what Weltreisender was talking about when she mentioned the dangers of mines. In fact, I was afraid to actually go in the mine without leveling up first. Especially since I have no friggin idea where the nearest cemetery is and would probably get lost looking for my body.

Also, cookies. They are good.

wow

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