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    Well Done You!

    Well, I made it through! Well done me. (I’ve been listening to Graham Norton in the mornings on the way to work, and “Well done you” is my new favourite phrase. It’s a very British, somewhat camp phrase.) This is the last day of working through lunch, my stomach eating itself, feeling as though I’m walking around with a big whip to beat people with. “Work harder! Work faster! I want that code!”

    Yesterday on the way home I passed a banner advertising “Summer Fairy Camp! Learn to be a Fairy!” and all I could think was, I would love to go to Fairy Camp. When I was six I would have moved heaven and earth to go to fairy camp, and even now the thought makes me smile.

    Age of Conan: Rise of the Godslayer released, and due to servers being down, etc., I haven’t had a chance to play yet. I honestly was gobsmacked by the fact that there is no new starting area. There is a new race, but you still have to face Tortage for the first 20 levels. Perhaps I hadn’t read the articles closely enough, but I was totally certain that there was going to be a new starting area. I’ve seen Tortage so many times that I would almost prefer to stick a pencil in my eye rather than do it again.

    A Demonologist in Conan can set things on fire. They roll around and scream and try to beat the flames out, finally subsiding into a pile of charcoal. It’s very satisfying when you come home from a day of wanting to set people on fire at work. And in my head I can hear this weird Beavis and Butthead “Fire! Fire! Fire!” refrain. Yeah, that’s pretty bizarre, I admit.

    My Tempest of Set is level 44, and I am totally and completely lost on her. I was doing some gathering in Poitain, and the mobs that appear when you mine killed me twice. Twice. I logged out.

    Although I haven’t been doing much gaming recently, I have gone back to Runes of Magic and had an enjoyable time. I started a priest/knight, and enjoyed her enough to actually buy a horse for her. Part of the reason why I bought the horse was to stick two fingers up at Allods Online*. I have no problem with paying for vanity items in a well-planned cash shop. The horse was worth it, both to make travel a bit faster but also to support a well-made game that didn’t rip me off. Well done, Frogster! (See how that works?)

    Well, back to my last day of hell.

    *Another UK thing. One finger, US. Two fingers, like a backwards peace sign, UK.

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    I may have exaggerated about that whole not-dead thing. Change “not dead” to a quite reasonable imitation of dead-ish-ness, kilt by stress and work. One more week to go, and I may not survive. :) I’m so fried that I actually heard “I will survive” playing in my head. Gah.

    The other night I dreamed about a winged kitten, which I had allowed to get outside somehow, and someone hurt it. I remember looking at a gash in her poor little side, and trying to straighten the broken wing. When I woke up, I felt such a sense of grief, which lasted most of the morning. Interpret that one.

    No gaming, too fried…except that I did reinstall Runes of Magic and played last night until 1:30 or so because I was too stressed to sleep. It was simple, mesmeric, and nice.

    Back to hell, see you all later.