So, Tonight,
Hrmmm, well, I'm gonna try that Dungeons and Dragons thing, starting tonight by creating a character for myself. I wanted to make a Golem with it's masters' (a Mind Flayer) brain in a secure casing within its chest and the spirit of the Mind Flayer in the power crystal at teh core of the golem, running it. This meant that I would be a tough golem (of some as-of-yet-undeserned-metal-type) with some of the abilities of a Mind Flayer ... a free thinking, Smart Golem, if you will. Buuuuut, Sgt. Richards, the Dungeon Master for where I'll be playing, said that the campaign they are about to start wouldn't allow that because the characters are being ripped back in time -- a time where dragons exist here and, apparently, Mind Flayers don't. So, OK, I'll think of something else. What he, Sgt. Richards plans to do is have every player play two, 2, TWO, characters -- a baby dragon and a new level 15 character they make themselves.
I will DEFINATELY need to get the hang of all that shit soon, if I really want to get playing it. I'll have fun playing alongside Staff Sgt. Aberl. He is a joker. And, a good guy.
Hopefully, if I like it enough, Corrinne will come watch or even play a little when she is here with me!!!!!! That would be awe to the some. I like doing things together with her.
I told Corrinne I was bored the other day and she asked me to write a poem with a picture to go with it. I tried, but to no avail did I succeed. I felt bad. I really feel that I can only write well under Inspiration's Corner. It's a cliff off long island Corna in my fantasy world. There are greener than neon-pastel green tree leaves and hanging vines, roses of fire red-orange that float and dive with the waters and falls, earth of soft footing and grass for comrting blankets. Manymany blankets, and they are all Corrinnes', for she is there too. This is a place where random things fall from the sky and stop where they wish. Objects of Infinite Power. Gravity holds no bounty with the Earth. That is where my inspiration lies.
I Love You.
Zachary.
Death holds validity in paper n'more
It's as easy to erase 'n' rewite a breathing, beating core.
What lives in paper lives in this world.
I will DEFINATELY need to get the hang of all that shit soon, if I really want to get playing it. I'll have fun playing alongside Staff Sgt. Aberl. He is a joker. And, a good guy.
Hopefully, if I like it enough, Corrinne will come watch or even play a little when she is here with me!!!!!! That would be awe to the some. I like doing things together with her.
I told Corrinne I was bored the other day and she asked me to write a poem with a picture to go with it. I tried, but to no avail did I succeed. I felt bad. I really feel that I can only write well under Inspiration's Corner. It's a cliff off long island Corna in my fantasy world. There are greener than neon-pastel green tree leaves and hanging vines, roses of fire red-orange that float and dive with the waters and falls, earth of soft footing and grass for comrting blankets. Manymany blankets, and they are all Corrinnes', for she is there too. This is a place where random things fall from the sky and stop where they wish. Objects of Infinite Power. Gravity holds no bounty with the Earth. That is where my inspiration lies.
I Love You.
Zachary.
Death holds validity in paper n'more
It's as easy to erase 'n' rewite a breathing, beating core.
What lives in paper lives in this world.