The events of this afternoon

[unavoidedcrisis]

Oh, Amulet of the Elements' Embrace, how I love thee. *snuggles* You are my one and only [no seriously, my one and only. I have no other modifiers and without my AC is upsettingly low and then I die a lot]. Speaking of dying a lot: from perfect health [3o hp] to thisclose to being dead [-9 hp] in three rounds? Yowza.

And so long as I am snuggling things I love: Oh my level three stats, how you kick the collective ass of all my level two stats. *snuggly* And oh dear, sweet, retro-active skills points, how you add to the splendor.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Prostitutes = not nice people, in general. Except Cole, who we love. *snuggles* But not as much as my Amulet. *snuggles more*

Comments

[llamonkey.livejournal.com]

you...frighten me. o.O

[frangible-days.livejournal.com]

Haha, in my experience, prostitutes are very nice. Unless you break into their brothel for some party clothes so you can go to the bar next door, get really really bored cause the rest of your group is ignoring you and nothing interesting is going on, then decide to seduce the full orc bartender, which later on results in his death due to flouting his orcish traditions and whatnot. Oh, and his wife left him. But yeah, only when you do something like that.

[unavoidedcrisis.livejournal.com]

...

I'm going to pretend I don't know you from now on when we go out, okay?

[frangible-days.livejournal.com]

Alright yeah I think that is a cunning plan