Feminina O'Ladybrain posted: " No spoilers Man, I am OVER this. Over it. Didn't get back home until late, then the Bruins were on (grumble stupid Bruins losing grumble) and Nugget wanted to watch that and I'm never playing ever again ever. I LIKE this game! I want to play m" Play First. Talk Later.
Man, I am OVER this. Over it. Didn't get back home until late, then the Bruins were on (grumble stupid Bruins losing grumble) and Nugget wanted to watch that and I'm never playing ever again ever. I LIKE this game! I want to play my GAME!
You get to Baldur's Gate?
Feminina:
I did not. I got killed repeatedly by Dorn's archenemy instead. Spent all evening trying to power everyone up in different ways, only to die anyway (though we got close once, and another time might have except that Imoen was killed so badly her picture was gone, so I just reloded). Sigh. Might need to see if we can bypass that guy and come back to him later.
Butch:
There's always, dare I say it, turning down the difficulty- OW! Don't smack me, Mr. O's Specter!
Feminina:
NEVER!!!!!!
Maybe in a few more deaths.
Butch:
SMACK! Hey! She said it Mr O's specter! Leave me alone!
Feminina:
He'll never know. He doesn't really read the blog.
Butch:
His specter, on the other hand, is always there....watching.....
Or something. His specter is probably off at a microbrewery, really.
Feminina:
Probably. There's one right around the corner, which must be a constant temptation for a bodiless specter.
Butch:
Man, bodiless specters are always having all the fun.
Mine is playing games right now, with a plate of nachos and a sorceress. I'm happy for him, but man he rubs it in at night when I'm tired.
Feminina:
When you finally get a chance to play, he'll be jealous, though. Can't handle the controller with no physical thumbs.
Butch:
Can you handle a sorceress without thumbs?
Feminina:
I mean, this is all magic, so probably?
Butch:
Sigh.
Bodiless me has all the fun.
Feminina:
Ah, but then again, he exists in your mind, so really YOU have all the fun he has.
Butch:
Dude, today I threshed the lawn.
This is a thing.
Bodiless me wins.
Feminina:
Ah, threshing. Good old-fashioned labor. Must be good for FITNESS, at least?
Butch:
Sure is! It's how I justified the half bag of potato chips and extra gin and tonic with dinner!
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