King of the Dirt Naps
Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 11:15 pmPAS was hosting the King of the Hill.
I sharpened my sword and loaded up with songs.
WOOT, Vin gets to iritate other people besides PAS.
I love iritating the Goobers of Sonoma.
They don't get me.
I don't care.
A relationship made in Heaven....or elsewhere.
We gathered in NuJelm. Our town.
King David led the motley crew...er fine army of fierceness to the lands of T2a.
I headed toward Delucia, slowly losing touch with other PAS as I progressed.
Now, this hill was supposed to be east of Delucia.
So, I headed that way. 8,231,854,362 COP blocked my path.
Ok, maybe it was 4 of 'em.
What the heck. CHARGE.
ooOOoo.
Remember, PAS or not, Raconteurs can not run unless ordered to.
I got my first of seventeen rez's at the healers hut.
I redressed and charged back out the gate into a swirling mass of people not our friends.
YIPEE.
ooOOoo.
Redressed, I remembered what I was and charged again...
singing Tom Petty's 'Don't Come Around Here No More." Just for FL.
I only died six times before that song ended.
I actually stopped mid-song due to some of the words.
"Ive given up, stop. I ve given up, stop.
Ive given up, stop. on waiting any longer
Ive given up, on this love getting stronger"
That first line sounds like I'm surrendering. Not hardly something that cosses my mind.
My next mental attack was "I Drink Alone", a favorite of mine.
Four deaths on that one.
I ended my performance with "These Things".
Four more dirt naps.
I noticed that our numbers had thinned but ran around a few more minutes collecting my final gray robe.
I meandered to the bank to see what my new robe collection looked like.
Lettrac (COP) and Lord or exLord Sir Scott were chatting.
Scott was apologizing for having been involved with the death of Lettrac.
Lettrac bitterly whined about the large numbers of people 'ganking' him.
It made me weep.
Crying form laughing so hard, that is.
"You guys should pick on dexxers." he suggested.
WOW, I hould pass that advice on to KD.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha
Lettrac must be a raconteur, that was the funniest thing I have heard in a while.
Alas, between, trying to fight and sing, I took no pictures.
In the future, you crafting ladies be careful who you prick with them sewing needles,
It was so sad seeing a brave COP crying over getting ganked.
Or funny.
Sad or funny.
Funny, definetly funny.
Though I must ask again, what hill?
There's a hill?
I sharpened my sword and loaded up with songs.
WOOT, Vin gets to iritate other people besides PAS.
I love iritating the Goobers of Sonoma.
They don't get me.
I don't care.
A relationship made in Heaven....or elsewhere.
We gathered in NuJelm. Our town.
King David led the motley crew...er fine army of fierceness to the lands of T2a.
I headed toward Delucia, slowly losing touch with other PAS as I progressed.
Now, this hill was supposed to be east of Delucia.
So, I headed that way. 8,231,854,362 COP blocked my path.
Ok, maybe it was 4 of 'em.
What the heck. CHARGE.
ooOOoo.
Remember, PAS or not, Raconteurs can not run unless ordered to.
I got my first of seventeen rez's at the healers hut.
I redressed and charged back out the gate into a swirling mass of people not our friends.
YIPEE.
ooOOoo.
Redressed, I remembered what I was and charged again...
singing Tom Petty's 'Don't Come Around Here No More." Just for FL.
I only died six times before that song ended.
I actually stopped mid-song due to some of the words.
"Ive given up, stop. I ve given up, stop.
Ive given up, stop. on waiting any longer
Ive given up, on this love getting stronger"
That first line sounds like I'm surrendering. Not hardly something that cosses my mind.
My next mental attack was "I Drink Alone", a favorite of mine.
Four deaths on that one.
I ended my performance with "These Things".
Four more dirt naps.
I noticed that our numbers had thinned but ran around a few more minutes collecting my final gray robe.
I meandered to the bank to see what my new robe collection looked like.
Lettrac (COP) and Lord or exLord Sir Scott were chatting.
Scott was apologizing for having been involved with the death of Lettrac.
Lettrac bitterly whined about the large numbers of people 'ganking' him.
It made me weep.
Crying form laughing so hard, that is.
"You guys should pick on dexxers." he suggested.
WOW, I hould pass that advice on to KD.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha
Lettrac must be a raconteur, that was the funniest thing I have heard in a while.
Alas, between, trying to fight and sing, I took no pictures.
In the future, you crafting ladies be careful who you prick with them sewing needles,
It was so sad seeing a brave COP crying over getting ganked.
Or funny.
Sad or funny.
Funny, definetly funny.
Though I must ask again, what hill?
There's a hill?
