There's a fire in your heart...
To inquire over recent events and other happenings one must fetch me a golden toe from a man named Milo McDevilpunch before you or anyone in your party is able to continue on with your life. If you manage to get the fabled golden toe and kill ten animated toasters you will get to choose one item out of a lovely collection of ten. "Why only one?" and "Why can't I wear any of them?" you'll ask me in a quizzical fashion. The simple answer to this puzzle is just simply because I'm an asshole.
But I will spare thee from these miscellaneous adventures. Do not question. It is a honer. But these past few weeks I've been living in secrecy. Nay I'm not being watched by sparrowhawk because of my evil nature. Nor am I being spied upon as a criminal.
Recently I've aged. It's funny to see that we age through our lives every second. Though we only acknowledge it once a year. Each time for me it's the same. Same dinner, sushi with a side of rice and chicken as mixed vegatable dance alongside of it. Same drink, an expensive bottle of cold sake. Really, I try to never make a big deal out of that day because it just feels off. It's as though as I'm living in a world of color. But that one day out of the year is in black and white. But besides that.
Speaking of ages, I've been lost in Howard's Conan. It is a deep world, although some people don't believe so. I usually don't do this, but this man has been sniping at the poor game every chance he gets. And it's just annoying. Then again, fuck. It's a blog. Why am I reading this shit? Fuck, why are you reading this shit? Bah, personally I'ven't read through the words of a dead man who died shortly after master crafting a world that only the D'ni could only harbor. It has perked interest within me to actually explore the works of his words, alas the shop did not carry any of his writings, but the writings that were inspired by him.
I've heard that book stores are fun, perhaps a spiritual experience. There are a place where many gather to enjoy such scripted works of art and as well purchase them for their own devious pleasures. I myself have been very fond of the little rectangles. You know the saying, "Don't judge a book by it's cover"? I do judge a book by it's cover. But I judge a book by it's cover if the cover is fucking jawsome. Other texts I've also acquired in my recent raid into the stores include Sparrowhawk's journey throughout Earthsea and the first book of E. E. Knight's mysterious Age of Fire series. I'm dumb and lack math skills so I actually read the third book in the Age of Fire series, which I might say, was perhaps one of the greatest impulse book buys I've ever had.
But I will spare thee from these miscellaneous adventures. Do not question. It is a honer. But these past few weeks I've been living in secrecy. Nay I'm not being watched by sparrowhawk because of my evil nature. Nor am I being spied upon as a criminal.
Recently I've aged. It's funny to see that we age through our lives every second. Though we only acknowledge it once a year. Each time for me it's the same. Same dinner, sushi with a side of rice and chicken as mixed vegatable dance alongside of it. Same drink, an expensive bottle of cold sake. Really, I try to never make a big deal out of that day because it just feels off. It's as though as I'm living in a world of color. But that one day out of the year is in black and white. But besides that.
Speaking of ages, I've been lost in Howard's Conan. It is a deep world, although some people don't believe so. I usually don't do this, but this man has been sniping at the poor game every chance he gets. And it's just annoying. Then again, fuck. It's a blog. Why am I reading this shit? Fuck, why are you reading this shit? Bah, personally I'ven't read through the words of a dead man who died shortly after master crafting a world that only the D'ni could only harbor. It has perked interest within me to actually explore the works of his words, alas the shop did not carry any of his writings, but the writings that were inspired by him.
I've heard that book stores are fun, perhaps a spiritual experience. There are a place where many gather to enjoy such scripted works of art and as well purchase them for their own devious pleasures. I myself have been very fond of the little rectangles. You know the saying, "Don't judge a book by it's cover"? I do judge a book by it's cover. But I judge a book by it's cover if the cover is fucking jawsome. Other texts I've also acquired in my recent raid into the stores include Sparrowhawk's journey throughout Earthsea and the first book of E. E. Knight's mysterious Age of Fire series. I'm dumb and lack math skills so I actually read the third book in the Age of Fire series, which I might say, was perhaps one of the greatest impulse book buys I've ever had.