The sewing machine tried to kill me yesterday, seriously…
I was adding some patches to the back of my cloak when I hear SNAP! WHIZZ…Tat…tat..tat…The needle snapped, flew by my FACE, and smacked against the wall of the game room. I thought I had done something wrong, so I went over to Kath and Derek’s room, where they were playing Guild Wars and said “I don’t think I was meant to sew…The needle exploded in my face.”
And they said “yea, that happens sometimes…It’s the machine.”
“RIGHT, well, y’know what, I think I’m DONE sewing for today!”
Tam at work says the needle wasn’t thick enough, which makes sense considering I was sewing fleece. A lesson learned…
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to work on my lock-picking…Yes, lock-picking. I’ve decided to re-work my Midland char yet again, only this time, I shall have skills so ppl will actually have a reason to interact with me and stuff. That’s actually a cool part about Midland; you dont have to be a fighter to do stuff. At least, it sometimes seems that way. Other times I’ve gone, I couldn’t finish my plot packet and had nothing to do but fight random goblins.
I also picked up a cheapo recorder at that store in the galleria that sells tribal stuff. I used to know how to play one, and judging by the horrid screeches I’ve managed to coax from my instrument, I was never very good at it.
I’ve also been doing some reading online about how to build traps for LARPS, as well as chatted with a few of the Midlanders…More on that later 😉