Grrrrrr....

May 29, 2003 20:43

Walls. Whoever invented them should die.

So, through the judicious use of battering rams, large rocks and fire, we managed to breach the wall.

Oh, let me correct myself. We breached the first wall. They have more than one. Isn't that cute? We were all excited, with the raping and the pillaging right within our grasp and all we found were two bag ladies and a three-legged dog.

Not that my men were deterred. Strong Rohirric constitutions.

So, we run into this damn second wall. (What, was the first just a warm-up? A practice-run for invaders?) and fuck if there's no gate. No. Fucking. Gate.

Fucking Gondorians. So we wander around a bit, getting lost down all these narrow alleys and unfinished roads. Geez, Kingy, do you actually do any public works projects? Anyway, after an hour, we're all tired and pissed - Eotheoeo even started gnawing on the wall in pure frustration - we found a big fucking map of the city with a little sticker saying "You are here"

Well, that helped. We finally found the gate and we're working on it now. Fucking thing, I swear. When we get through this wall, you Gondorians are in for it. I mean, you know, I was going to let you off easy, but now I'm really pissed.
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