[Salyssa] Snarkybits
At least I don't have to go all the way back to first principles... but I am going to have to go pretty far back, to figure out where I started getting things wrong. I've held off on picking apart the book too much, just been identifying the parts I can tease out seperately, but there's some things that fit together in ways I don't understand. If I break those bonds before I understand them, it's useless.
Attending the Kodo was entertaining, and I suppose I needed the break or something, but trying to talk to people there about my work is... so far beyond pointless, they're not on the same continent. First prize goes to the "I'm so ugly don't look at me please notice I'm ugly and then don't look at me" guy, who I thought would have something useful to contribute, but instead spouted out "Real magic comes from the heart!" when I was trying to debate the origins of magic. I mean... what does that even mean? Puppies and flowers and rainbows, I'm sure. Meanwhile, that idiot mage, the one who couldn't control her fire, is wittering about "demon magic is different" and "necromantic magic is bad" and completely unwilling to even consider the possibility that she might be wrong. Oh, and she's preparing to take a test in a few days that could kill her, but if she passes she'll be a Really Real Kirin Tor Mage No Really (a test I've never heard of, by the way - I suppose it could be secret, but I strongly suspect that she's the victim of a particularly cruel prank). But she doesn't have a problem with controlling fire anymore because blue dragons kidnapped and tortured her for a while. No, I don't understand how that works.
And then the death knight who can't control his ice. What the fel is wrong with people. If you can't control a basic magical force which is constantly causing you difficulty or putting yourself or others around you in danger, the best idea of course is to run around calling as much attention to your stupid problem as possible while being melodramatically weepy and repeatedly refuse any possible suggestion or offer of assistance in CONTROLLING YOUR FELDAMNED PROBLEM. Both "sets everything on fire" girl and "icy boots" boy are blood elves, OF COURSE. They should get together and have little fire-icy babies. Or destroy each other amusingly. Oh, and so was the "ugly and freaked out about it but with a magical heart" guy. Seriously. That species. Maybe when the Sunwell was destroyed, they all went completely bonkers. .... it would explain a lot, really.
Compared to the elves, the trolls were remarkably coherent. Well, and there were a couple of elves who seemed sane. Well... there was the messenger, who seems sane but not terribly bright, and the paladin, who I fully expect to simply explode at some point when confronted with the essential absurdity of the world, and the Horde he's allied with in particular.
I suppose I did have fun. It certainly gave me a lot to write about. I'd rather have some intelligent converastion instead, of course. I miss
Another exam this afternoon, then back to reviewing the polymorphing process. I suppose I could "make offerings and pray to the spirits". What the fel, it might even work.
Oh, and how could I forget! I was finally granted permission to buy undead mounts! No more stupid giant chickens for me! That has put a bit of shine into my spirit, to tell the truth. After my test, I may take some time off and just go ride around setting things on fire.
Attending the Kodo was entertaining, and I suppose I needed the break or something, but trying to talk to people there about my work is... so far beyond pointless, they're not on the same continent. First prize goes to the "I'm so ugly don't look at me please notice I'm ugly and then don't look at me" guy, who I thought would have something useful to contribute, but instead spouted out "Real magic comes from the heart!" when I was trying to debate the origins of magic. I mean... what does that even mean? Puppies and flowers and rainbows, I'm sure. Meanwhile, that idiot mage, the one who couldn't control her fire, is wittering about "demon magic is different" and "necromantic magic is bad" and completely unwilling to even consider the possibility that she might be wrong. Oh, and she's preparing to take a test in a few days that could kill her, but if she passes she'll be a Really Real Kirin Tor Mage No Really (a test I've never heard of, by the way - I suppose it could be secret, but I strongly suspect that she's the victim of a particularly cruel prank). But she doesn't have a problem with controlling fire anymore because blue dragons kidnapped and tortured her for a while. No, I don't understand how that works.
And then the death knight who can't control his ice. What the fel is wrong with people. If you can't control a basic magical force which is constantly causing you difficulty or putting yourself or others around you in danger, the best idea of course is to run around calling as much attention to your stupid problem as possible while being melodramatically weepy and repeatedly refuse any possible suggestion or offer of assistance in CONTROLLING YOUR FELDAMNED PROBLEM. Both "sets everything on fire" girl and "icy boots" boy are blood elves, OF COURSE. They should get together and have little fire-icy babies. Or destroy each other amusingly. Oh, and so was the "ugly and freaked out about it but with a magical heart" guy. Seriously. That species. Maybe when the Sunwell was destroyed, they all went completely bonkers. .... it would explain a lot, really.
Compared to the elves, the trolls were remarkably coherent. Well, and there were a couple of elves who seemed sane. Well... there was the messenger, who seems sane but not terribly bright, and the paladin, who I fully expect to simply explode at some point when confronted with the essential absurdity of the world, and the Horde he's allied with in particular.
I suppose I did have fun. It certainly gave me a lot to write about. I'd rather have some intelligent converastion instead, of course. I miss
Another exam this afternoon, then back to reviewing the polymorphing process. I suppose I could "make offerings and pray to the spirits". What the fel, it might even work.
Oh, and how could I forget! I was finally granted permission to buy undead mounts! No more stupid giant chickens for me! That has put a bit of shine into my spirit, to tell the truth. After my test, I may take some time off and just go ride around setting things on fire.