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I live in an apathetic state. My life has more troughs than the Atlantic. My peaks are Baywatchian in stature but soon I return to my deflated silicon-leak induced state. Happiness is but a distant mammary. Then I discovered Morrowind.
This RPG let’s you act out any fantasy. You can live the game and be anything you desire. I’ve played this game non-stop for about 100 hours and what can I say? I’ve become a hobo.
I started the game with good intentions, I wanted to live the dream but it all went so horribly wrong. I spent the first 20 hours of the game looking for a Starbucks so I could have a coffee and decide on my first quest. There wasn’t one anywhere! How unrealistic is that? Walk down any street in London and every other shop is a Starbucks. It would be every shop but every other shop is a McDonalds. At least there were plenty of pubs around.
The people in these places were very approachable but they seemed to be confusing me with someone else. They keep calling me Outlander but I don’t know Sean Connery! This made me feel uncomfortable and I could never get a decent pint of Stella either.
Soon I found myself living in the streets, on my Todd (my little rapscallion of a son) as he was more comfortable to lie on than the hard cold floor. We briefly hit upon a marvellous money winner by selling over-sized pieces of toiler paper. However lots of people started to complain that the goods they were receiving were not what they had bargained for. They all demanded compensation.
I mean if you hear us shouting “Big tissue buy the big tissue!” you’d know what we were selling, wouldn’t you? It’s obvious.
Maybe things will get better for me soon though. Neverwinter Nights is coming out at the end of the month and I do hate the snow.
This RPG let’s you act out any fantasy. You can live the game and be anything you desire. I’ve played this game non-stop for about 100 hours and what can I say? I’ve become a hobo.
I started the game with good intentions, I wanted to live the dream but it all went so horribly wrong. I spent the first 20 hours of the game looking for a Starbucks so I could have a coffee and decide on my first quest. There wasn’t one anywhere! How unrealistic is that? Walk down any street in London and every other shop is a Starbucks. It would be every shop but every other shop is a McDonalds. At least there were plenty of pubs around.
The people in these places were very approachable but they seemed to be confusing me with someone else. They keep calling me Outlander but I don’t know Sean Connery! This made me feel uncomfortable and I could never get a decent pint of Stella either.
Soon I found myself living in the streets, on my Todd (my little rapscallion of a son) as he was more comfortable to lie on than the hard cold floor. We briefly hit upon a marvellous money winner by selling over-sized pieces of toiler paper. However lots of people started to complain that the goods they were receiving were not what they had bargained for. They all demanded compensation.
I mean if you hear us shouting “Big tissue buy the big tissue!” you’d know what we were selling, wouldn’t you? It’s obvious.
Maybe things will get better for me soon though. Neverwinter Nights is coming out at the end of the month and I do hate the snow.
Beefcake wrote:
> I’ve become a hobo.
Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a Hob(b)o ;)
Heh, Good post, it's nice to have a light-hearted read now and then.
> I’ve become a hobo.
Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a Hob(b)o ;)
Heh, Good post, it's nice to have a light-hearted read now and then.
I live in an apathetic state. My life has more troughs than the Atlantic. My peaks are Baywatchian in stature but soon I return to my deflated silicon-leak induced state. Happiness is but a distant mammary. Then I discovered Morrowind.
This RPG let’s you act out any fantasy. You can live the game and be anything you desire. I’ve played this game non-stop for about 100 hours and what can I say? I’ve become a hobo.
I started the game with good intentions, I wanted to live the dream but it all went so horribly wrong. I spent the first 20 hours of the game looking for a Starbucks so I could have a coffee and decide on my first quest. There wasn’t one anywhere! How unrealistic is that? Walk down any street in London and every other shop is a Starbucks. It would be every shop but every other shop is a McDonalds. At least there were plenty of pubs around.
The people in these places were very approachable but they seemed to be confusing me with someone else. They keep calling me Outlander but I don’t know Sean Connery! This made me feel uncomfortable and I could never get a decent pint of Stella either.
Soon I found myself living in the streets, on my Todd (my little rapscallion of a son) as he was more comfortable to lie on than the hard cold floor. We briefly hit upon a marvellous money winner by selling over-sized pieces of toiler paper. However lots of people started to complain that the goods they were receiving were not what they had bargained for. They all demanded compensation.
I mean if you hear us shouting “Big tissue buy the big tissue!” you’d know what we were selling, wouldn’t you? It’s obvious.
Maybe things will get better for me soon though. Neverwinter Nights is coming out at the end of the month and I do hate the snow.
This RPG let’s you act out any fantasy. You can live the game and be anything you desire. I’ve played this game non-stop for about 100 hours and what can I say? I’ve become a hobo.
I started the game with good intentions, I wanted to live the dream but it all went so horribly wrong. I spent the first 20 hours of the game looking for a Starbucks so I could have a coffee and decide on my first quest. There wasn’t one anywhere! How unrealistic is that? Walk down any street in London and every other shop is a Starbucks. It would be every shop but every other shop is a McDonalds. At least there were plenty of pubs around.
The people in these places were very approachable but they seemed to be confusing me with someone else. They keep calling me Outlander but I don’t know Sean Connery! This made me feel uncomfortable and I could never get a decent pint of Stella either.
Soon I found myself living in the streets, on my Todd (my little rapscallion of a son) as he was more comfortable to lie on than the hard cold floor. We briefly hit upon a marvellous money winner by selling over-sized pieces of toiler paper. However lots of people started to complain that the goods they were receiving were not what they had bargained for. They all demanded compensation.
I mean if you hear us shouting “Big tissue buy the big tissue!” you’d know what we were selling, wouldn’t you? It’s obvious.
Maybe things will get better for me soon though. Neverwinter Nights is coming out at the end of the month and I do hate the snow.