Midland was a fun time. Not as enjoyable as my last one, to be honest, but still a lot of fun. Got nearly all of my plans done for a change; with a little (a lot) of assistance from Derek I managed to get a new weapon and a new shirt completed in time. Good stuff. Except for all the dying. That was kind of lame, but at least I got to hit lots of stuff, and in the end, isn’t that all that matters? Unfortunately Ari, Josh, John, Laurie (and almost Jeremiah) could not attend, but here’s to the next event, I suppose.
The new game they had planned did not seem to sit well with the vast majority of people however, myself included. Granted, we were a bit late, so we (or at least me) did not fully understand the plot that had been set up, however it involved the avatars of the gods walking among us. Which, of course, means uber powers up the wazoo. Can you say “Mass Ressurection every minute?” No lie. Yea, I died maybe 8 times but who the hell cares when you just bounce back right away?? Which is precisely what’s wrong with “mass heal.” But we won’t get any more into that. I only wish we had gotten there sooner so I could have gotten a plot packet. Basically I chopped wood for the tavern wench, chatted with her in the forest, got a free meal out of the deal…And defended said tavern from constant demonic invasion for no apparent reason. I got a bone, too. In-game thing.
It just occurred to me that I no longer have hair and should update my profile picture to account for this strange phenomena. I offer this service to anyone else who has a livejournal and would like a new avatar as well. Just comment here or in person and we can set up a time when I can swing by and snap a picture.