The best guildies are the ones who point out the stuff you absolutely have to know. Like the fact that there’s a, er… wearable bird in the trees of the level 3 garrison.
The rest is just gravy. Like this silly tree-chopping contraption. Large timber shall be mine, all mine – which is just as well, because I’m out of garrison resources. And money.
I couldn’t wait to make the Elekk Plushie battle pet, and as soon as I had 50 hexcloth I immediately
wasted used them on that. And he’s cute… until you summon him. Then he’s just creepy.
He doesn’t move, see, and that’s the problem. He just sort of stands there, staring at you with those pink button eyes. And then you move, and he stays where he was, and you forget all about him… until you stop again somewhere and suddenly he’s there, right behind you, staring at you with those pink button eyes.
It ain’t natural, I tells ya.
This is what happens when you put your blog on life-support: WordPress disses you in the summaries.
I’m old, and even *I* don’t think 2010 is recent…
But it’s all grist for the reborn blogging mill – if I were that cut-up about it, I probably would be sniveling in a corner instead of posting my shame for the world to see. Next thing you know I’ll be posting opinions about gaming again or something crazy like that.
A good sense of humour starts with oneself, I find. There’s your aphorism for the day.
More Samhain greetings from the monsters and NPCs of The Secret World…