Along time ago, in a World Before He Who Must Not Be Named…
I swear I will write an ode to the valiant Madam Curesall, whom I (barely) managed to defeat in skirmish, just as soon as I get my Acme Ode Generator working again.
(time passes)
Okay the AOG is working now. Here goes:
“Lorem Ipsum är en utfyllnadstext från tryck- och förlagsindustrin. Lorem ipsum har varit standard ända sedan 1500-talet, när en okänd boksättare tog att antal bokstäver och blandade dem för att göra ett provexemplar av en bok.”
Er.
rummages for bigger hammer
stops rummaging
If only I had some more Barbie Fairytopia Widberry flavored Pop-Tarts… sigh Translation: If she only had a brain…
(Following battlefield death no. 7, the heroine asks) “My Lord, now that you resurrected me… Am I a zombie?” – Yes. Yes, you are. Now please go find a %&*%%! BRAIN!
(time passes)
New guild! My god is a Brony! … Um. That’s a good thing, right?
(even more time passes)
Lucky day for me. Won a skirmish & got over 4000 coins plus a lock of hair which sold for over 7600 coins. After I sold my nearly full loot bag I ended up with more than 16,000 coins! … Which somehow got turned into a pile of bricks. Guess I won’t be able to spend thousands on precious skills and armor upgrades. Thanks for NOTHING, almighty one.
(as often happens, yet more time passes)
I heard a voice in my head, louder than the usual murmuring throng. The voice said, “Out with the ponies, in with the GrOOvy ChUrCh Of HApPy HApPy JoY JoY!” Then I had a… vision… of this bobbleheaded, creepy pumpkin head… I need a vacation. Or therapy.
(. . .)
Meanwhile, back in my dead again state – sweet sixteen! Woohoo! – how do my pets get fed while I do the “clinging to life” thing? Or maybe that’s why there are chunks missing from my legs… hmm.
(. . .)
What I learned from death number 26: dying meant I resumed my epic quest at mile zero, and I won’t get to visit Roflopolis. Sadness.