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Daylight Robbery Redefined...
Aug. 3rd, 2006 01:39 pm...they want me to pay seventy-eight pounds to be transferred into "writing up" status, during which time I will have no access to the library. I love university administration sometimes.
Many thanks to all those who responded to my slightly misty-eyed revelation that I was actually achieving things in the PhD. It made very little sense but I'm glad I got me point across.
Emma returns to my side in less than a hundred hours. Pardon me while I smile.
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Right, last night's continued destruction of Bath by four death knights with great taste and no scruples. Body count: Ninety-fiveish, achieved as follows:
Going to an afternoon showing of Cinderella at the Odeon. Successfully killing three children before the adults noticed a Tim-shaped knife toting maniac wandering up and down the aisle. Cue stampede, cue me standing up from the front row and a large column of black thundercloud with black, purple and green flame accessories erupting round me. Cue the kids running the other way. Cue them realising that a Pete-shaped walking corpse is in the back row and the knife-toting maniac is holding the door. Cue crush. Cue feasting on stragglers. Total kill count around fifty, a good ten of which were adults.
Assailing the police station and getting shot to shit by the police we didn't kill last week. I was gunned down, causing knife-toting maniac and walking corpse to walk over and dice and crypt bolt things respectively. I lay on the floor, occasionally glaring at someone with malice and causing them to spontaneously combust, while a Dan-as-female-shaped goth-whore made coffee using No.8's facilities and brought it out to us. Total kill count, sixteen - Maniac and Whore go for a meal at the Wife of Bath, Corpse and I go joyriding in the SWAT wagon.
Going to kill our actual target, a vampire by the name of Sebastian who was hanging out at the rock night at Babylon, leaving me behind to sleep off being shot fifteen times. GW walks in, turns every male and quite a few female heads, kicks off royal rumble to see who goes home with her. KTM casually breaks a few necks and tosses random body parts into the melee. WC sits and watches the carnage with a dead mini-goffick on either side of him. Party notice that one person in particular is using the spare limbs as snacks while brutally murdering black-clad teenies, walk over and crypt bolt him to oblivion. Total kill count around thirty, not counting two further barmen KTM decided to kill because he could after the rest of the party had gone home.
I'm not sure why, but this game is desperately theraputic. I can't see it lasting long, because by his own admission, Jon has very little plot lined up - he's perfectly happy responding to whatever we decide to go and kill next. Still, while we do, we are at least living up to the character brief admirably and furthering the course of death in as stylish a manner as possible. Got to say, however, I am looking forward to playing someone with three dimensions and at least some streak of honesty in Dori's game on Saturday. Given the choice, I'd still play a mostly good guy on any day of the week.
Right. More gloop. More paydirt, science-furthering, PhD-earning gloop.
Many thanks to all those who responded to my slightly misty-eyed revelation that I was actually achieving things in the PhD. It made very little sense but I'm glad I got me point across.
Emma returns to my side in less than a hundred hours. Pardon me while I smile.
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Right, last night's continued destruction of Bath by four death knights with great taste and no scruples. Body count: Ninety-fiveish, achieved as follows:
Going to an afternoon showing of Cinderella at the Odeon. Successfully killing three children before the adults noticed a Tim-shaped knife toting maniac wandering up and down the aisle. Cue stampede, cue me standing up from the front row and a large column of black thundercloud with black, purple and green flame accessories erupting round me. Cue the kids running the other way. Cue them realising that a Pete-shaped walking corpse is in the back row and the knife-toting maniac is holding the door. Cue crush. Cue feasting on stragglers. Total kill count around fifty, a good ten of which were adults.
Assailing the police station and getting shot to shit by the police we didn't kill last week. I was gunned down, causing knife-toting maniac and walking corpse to walk over and dice and crypt bolt things respectively. I lay on the floor, occasionally glaring at someone with malice and causing them to spontaneously combust, while a Dan-as-female-shaped goth-whore made coffee using No.8's facilities and brought it out to us. Total kill count, sixteen - Maniac and Whore go for a meal at the Wife of Bath, Corpse and I go joyriding in the SWAT wagon.
Going to kill our actual target, a vampire by the name of Sebastian who was hanging out at the rock night at Babylon, leaving me behind to sleep off being shot fifteen times. GW walks in, turns every male and quite a few female heads, kicks off royal rumble to see who goes home with her. KTM casually breaks a few necks and tosses random body parts into the melee. WC sits and watches the carnage with a dead mini-goffick on either side of him. Party notice that one person in particular is using the spare limbs as snacks while brutally murdering black-clad teenies, walk over and crypt bolt him to oblivion. Total kill count around thirty, not counting two further barmen KTM decided to kill because he could after the rest of the party had gone home.
I'm not sure why, but this game is desperately theraputic. I can't see it lasting long, because by his own admission, Jon has very little plot lined up - he's perfectly happy responding to whatever we decide to go and kill next. Still, while we do, we are at least living up to the character brief admirably and furthering the course of death in as stylish a manner as possible. Got to say, however, I am looking forward to playing someone with three dimensions and at least some streak of honesty in Dori's game on Saturday. Given the choice, I'd still play a mostly good guy on any day of the week.
Right. More gloop. More paydirt, science-furthering, PhD-earning gloop.
