Good morning! I spent the last few days lazing around my campsite. Ive been told the king of this world, Jick, only allows you to wander about so much at once, so Ive been saving my time up a little. Sorta hard to get somewhere when you only have enough time to walk halfway.
So, I was last seen in the haunted pantry. I decided to go back there and play some more. I found this map off what looked like a tuna fish ghost. I killed a bunch more of those animated produce cans. Imagine my suprise when I realized the pantry I was in was attached to an entire mansion! Im a little too scared to go in right now. I think its haunted too.
So, I went back to the councel instead. They told me I am level 3, and I am now qualified to help someone again! Great. Seems some tavern owner has a rat infestation. First baby bugs, now rats. Why cant these people take care of thier own pests?
On the topic of bugs, it seems Ickypoo has an interesting talent. He will attack an enemy and inject me with stolen blood. I know that sounds.. just.. eww! but it is making me stronger in fights. I hate to say it, but Id rather be injected with stolen blood than beat up. Also, Ickypoo is growing bigger. I think Im actually proud of him.
So, back on topic. I headed to the tavern. It was so dark in the cellar. I was almost wishing I was back in the haunted pantry, but I had promised. Ugh. It was kinda stinky too. First thing I encountered was a drunk rat. Drunk! Can you imagine? Sad to say, it squeaked real loud, attracting its friends. It only took 3 of them to beat the stuffing out of me. I decided to come back when I was better equipped.
I headed back to town nursing my wounds, and discovered there was a guild for those of my talent. I was offered some challenges. The first was playing a game, easy. Next, I had to steal a wallet. Easy. I ran into a roadblock (namely the bartender) when I tried to steal beer for the next challenge. However, I was allowed to start training now that I had passed the first 2 tests. Also, I was allowed to use the meatcar. Unfortunatly, it had been parked in a bad part of the plains and now all I had was a list of things to make a new one. I figured this was a great time to start, but first I trained in the 2 skills I could afford, so I can be nice and buffed for future fights.
First thing when I went to the knoll to find car parts, I found instead a frilly wig and cute little skirt. Considering I was already a female, and these looked more protective then what I was wearing, I put them on. I still couldnt hit my opponents, but it seems they couldnt hit me either. We would stand there in a faceoff, and Ickypoo would sneak up behind them and kill them. Awsome!
The bad thing was, my buffs wore off, and I was no longer able to wander around the knoll. I kept getting lost, so I went back to that silly haunted pantry. For some reason I like it there. Then I went to the other side of the tracks and played in some sleazy back ally. I fit right in there. There I encounted the ghost of a giant slug.. just.. double ew! Anyway, it gave me a map. I also found this crybaby named Harold, and I fixed his stupid hammer just to make him stop his yammering.
I should make note here, I have discovered a lot of items along my travels. I have also discovered that my pockets know no bounds, and I have become the worlds biggest packrat. Ew, rats. So, I stuffed the slimey map in my endless pockets along with everything else, and continued on.
The wonderfull thing is, I found this tower, with this crazy man asking for spider webs. He gave me this potion that made me feel much more powerfull. I do believe I shall find more webs for him! But theres a catch, the bastard asks for more webs for each potion. What a jerk. I ended up with 3 of his potions, and used them all. I felt much better, untill I realized I had used up all the adventures I was allowed. I had already eaten and drank as much as I could. In despair, I tipped over one more brewski, and drank myself into a stupor.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
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