Lieutenant Thackeray: “Archery is more than just a physical strain on the body. You need to work on the mental aspect as well.”
Shining Blade Ranger: I am working on the mental aspect! But somehow I just can’t hit the target!
Shining Blade Ranger: Look! I missed again! I was no-where near hitting the target! *slumps dispiritedly*
…meanwhile, a nugget observes that the archers have neither bowstrings nor arrows. Dooobeeedooo.
It’s odd what a clothes fetish I have in Guild Wars, when IRL, I don’t buy all that many clothes! I really, really love how GW divorces how the armour looks from stats. I also love how GW isn’t much of a gear based system at all, but I digress. (more…)
According to legend, Kralkatorrik is one of the slumbering elder dragons, who’s been snoozing in the middle of Grothmar Wardowns in the Charr Homelands since… before anyone remembers when!
Rotty, though, informs me that Kralkatorrik is the Elder Rot Wallow, far superior to dragons. He cites his own adorably spiny back as a reference. Gotta admit, there is a resemblance…
Rotty is now so talented that he can shapeshift! Yes! (Some people claim that I’m just carrying multiple minis, but that’s lies, ALL LIES!)
So naturally, I had to bring today’s Improved Rotty to meet his proud relatives, Sheena and Brutus.
I’m so proud to say that Rotty has outgrown them both. *wipes a tear*
(P.S. That’s Rotty to the right.)
(P.P.S I just turned 1 year old in GW a month or so ago, and Anet gave me a … Rotty. Fated I tell you!)
(P.P.P.S That tiny little thing on the ground is me. If you can even see me. Apparently in order to grow so large Rotty ate my molecular ?pixecular? mass while I was sleeping.)
Halp! I can’t believe I just bought an armour set to match ChibiGwen. I think I need help.
…now if I could only get back to pre-searing for the other Gwen…
Considering I don’t own a single item of pink of clothing, my characters sure do wear pink a lot…
I think my repressed Inner Barbie is trying to tell me something.
Such a romantic balcony view, complete with waterfall, exotic architecture, rolling hills and a sunset.
Or it would be, if the balcony wasn’t a foot taller than me.
Of McNuggets and Pikachcthulus 