I am Your King Pt. 2 For some time now I have been playing a rather delightful little game called Kingdom of Loathing. Now, you would think that this would make me a dork. You'd be wrong - Well, half wrong. I readily admit that I am a dork, in fact I often proclaim it with pride. But playing this game in and of itself isn't what makes me a dork. No, it's the small things that have occurred (and continue to occur) which frequently want to make me hang my head in shame. So, without further ado, here are some of the things that have actually come out of my mouth in recent months. "I have to go get the Knob Goblin perfume first - Duh!" "I accidently sold my poetry journals! I thought I was going to cry." "I spent, like, 100 adventures in the damn elbow of the woods before I realized I had gotten the eldritch butterknife yesterday. Thought that was the one place I hadn't been too. Fortunately I got the dodecagram in, like, three turns." "Right now I'm waffling between ascending as a Sauceror or a Turtle Tamer." I don't know how I'm going to beat the Naughty Sorceress without a furry suit." "I owned the Naughty Sorceress! I had a ton of HP and MP left over." Note - In some circles, this statement makes me cool. The only reason I have yet to die of embarkment is because I don't do things like this. Though I must admit that this is one of the greatest things on the internet ever.
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