If it involves numbers, stats, patchnotes/changes, or anything that can be put into a system, it sticks in my mind like nothing else. But if I promise someone I’m gonna pick something up for them at the store, that I’ll come visit or take care of their house/plants/whatevers, you can bet your hindquarters/tush/rear-end that it’s shunted out of my mind in a matter of seconds.
To make room for more stats.
I don’t begrudge priests their awesome talent tree preview, and I usually consider myself above envy, but this is torture. Regardless, there is one glaring lie, one obvious hint that this comic strip is a humorous display and not an accurate representation of any exchange that ever took place between me and Ayms.
I would never waste a can of coke in such a manner.
My summers are usually pretty calm, and this one seems to be no exception. I won’t be doing any paid work, so beyond mandatory gardenwork time at my grandmother’s place, I am free to do as I wish – naturally, I’ll be doing a lot of work related to the projects Ayms and I are working on, but that’s stuff I’m genuinely looking forward to.
I predict another try at getting into drawing on a regular basis, along with playing through Chrono Trigger. I never killed the final boss during my first playthrough years ago. I suck, I know.
The drawing thing, though, is an old subject for me. My brain tosses ideas – phrases and concepts and such – at me all the time, but often, they are presented as images, pictures that look awesome or beautiful inside my skull. When put to paper, however, it naturally never does my intent justice, courtesy of my crummy art-skills. It’s natural, then, to want to improve, no? It makes sense. Hell, I’ll just the L-word. It’s logical.
There’s only one small, yet saronite-laced roadblock. I am terminally lazy. As in, fatally. Sloth is killing my wonderful ideas and plans with a chainsaw while cackling madly and wearing entirely too little in the way of clothing. That image looks extremely vivid in my head, and I wish I could put it to paper. Oh, the irony.
Not to mention that I seem to have all the patience in the world for spending time writing about laziness.
Ps: Anything Aymee writes in her posts over on the left is a lie.
It is on, and we are off, in a launchday dichotomy. Rejoice!
We’re not all World of Warcraft in the head, but mostly. It’s why our avatars are the agents of delivery for what you will find here. And our first strip is, as I suspect the great majority of our comics will be, in the “funny because it’s true” cathegory. Well, the truthfulness is of course hard to ascertain for someone who isn’t me or Ayms, but hopefully some people find it amusing nevertheless.
But yes. I have been called masochistic and optimistic in my gaming propensities. I inevitably gravitate towards tanking, mostly because taking the big hits is all I know, do, love and want.
Expect longer and more nonsensical rants from me, but for now, I am going to relish the fact that we’ve launched, with actual, physical cake.
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