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Friday, September 17, 2010

Please, Leave This to the Experts- Me.

Hello everyone- I finally gave in to Uncle and decided to participate in this... thing. Extraordinarily haphazard jury-rigging aside, Igmar didn't to a bad job getting this contraption to work- I still can't find the elusive "backspace" key I keep hearing about, but I'm sure we'll work out the kinks now that I'm involved.

I wouldn't, as Uncle described, call myself a 'woodsman'- mostly because I get the mental picture of a lot of the other hunters around Ost- huge, barrel-chested, stinking like the animals they're after, and above all other charming features, stupid. I know that sounds harsh, but I'm sure you know the type- they rely on their muscle so much their brains have started to deflate.

Anyway, how I would describe what I do- I am a "Containment and Elimination Specialist", or to use a more common phrase, "bounty hunter". When things go bump in the night and the peasants flee in terror from something apparently all of them assume can breath fire (nearly always not the case, but try explaining that to a blithering gourd-farmer), they post a bounty on the nearest service board, and I pick it up. I then go to work applying my numerous, specialized skills (both of the practical outdoorsy type and the runecraft and elemental science I've developed thanks to Uncle) and bag the monster before it carries off any more sheep. I sell my services to whomever can pay and several who can barter and make a pretty good living for myself.

Other than that, I mostly help Uncle- he doesn't get out much, so he sends me off to get this or that for experiments. He's raised me like a son after my mother died when I was born. In case you're wondering, my father, whoever he is (and I don't particularly care) popped off and left me to starve alone in this drafty old lodge. I also practice falconry with my golden eagle, Liv- but more about her later.

Well I think that's enough for now- Uncle Igmar is bugging me to use the "Paradox-Space Script Viewer". I think he means this thing.

2 comments:

  1. Villagers. Are. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. And they think everything can be solved by waving something POINTY at it. Stupid villagers and their stupid, stupid... stupid....

    Well, your peasant associates sound more like the hide behind a tree sort, which is pathetic, but so much less annoying when they think YOU are the threat, let me tell you. Enjoy your cowardly farmers, Andreas. Enjoy them.

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  2. Villagers are stupid, but fun to play with...and let's be honest...that's what magic powers are for...playing with people who don't have them. Unfortunately people who don't have them tend to break pretty easily and they you have to find other people to play with...it's very sad.
    Once I went to all the trouble of starting this whole huge war and it only lasted two days, two days...I was hoping for years of entertainment but then the kingdom of Slimadope just rolled over a died. Well...not literally, at least not quite, but the army of Breezy Pants pretty much rolled over the Slimadopians...I think maybe they were all on downers or something, they just didn't put up a fight. Two days of non-stop bloodshed and then my entertainment was over.
    I guess the moral is have fun while you can and be careful with your toys, they break too easily.

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