And There Goes Another Weekend...
Nov. 13th, 2006 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magicaddict...they really do seem to be zipping by at the moment. It's probably Emma's presence that does it.
At five on Friday afternoon, after the really rather spiffing news about the job, my involvement in UberMadness IV came to a close. After watching no more than five votes be cast for the previous forty-eight hours, I was quietly confident (and, do be fair, very pleasantly surprised) going into the last day with a two vote advantage over someone I had expected to beat me more than comprehensively.
Then the final two hours happened, and four people swooped in and voted for him. First time he'd been in the lead since Monday afternoon. For the entire week we'd been either tied or with me never more than two votes ahead, and it all came crashing down in the final hour. Assburgers.
Annoying, but I can't be that disappointed - charminglybeef was very gracious in victory, I'd received good news that was far more important than the outcome of this not two hours earlier, and I was really pleased with what I'd created with the title we'd been given. Warning for anyone who may be considering reading - my entry (entry two) is just over seven and a half thousand words in length, and sci-fi.
Caroline was doing, relatively speaking, bloody well against the out and out favourite for the title up until the last day. She was almost taking one vote in two off of her for the majority of voting time, but towards the end more people started to vote after reading both entries slowly, and coming to the conclusion that the author number one may not have been putting out fiction and was actually writing about the death of someone they knew. In the end, the favourite won with a favourite's margin, but she certainly flattered to deceive. Caroline's is entry two, and yes, I had voted for the other one before I realised it was hers. I've already apologised, but at least the integrity of the competition was maintained and I didn't automatically vote for who I knew. I go out, 2-2 as I am. Caroline is now at 3-1 and will find out who she's up against on Tuesday.
Saturday commenced with Emma heading up to campus to work again, looking to get coursework finished, and somehow managing to maintain a work ethic that does seven hours at the weekend with only self-motivation to drive it. Apparently she got through a huge chunk and was able to relax for Sunday, which made for a very contented evening on the sofa, eating food and watching Sneakers. I passed the day by continuing in my quest to bring all six of my EQ2 characters into the midgame, earn them a surname and make them all half-decent craftsmen and women at the same time. Doing it in stages so I keep the vitality bonuses for all of them active, they're all slowly getting there and I'm managing to give them all something of a personality, which on a PVE non-roleplay server is something I'm quite proud of. No doubt I'll do a redux at some point.
Sunday's LARP involved playing this daemon, that daemon and the other daemon repeatedly at the party until they got well and truly tired of them, and to cap it all, we almost won.
The party were sent to investigate a "weird cult" that had been operating out of the mountains. Cue anarchy priests, chaos priests, daemonologists and daemons jumping out at them everywhere, including the odd really quite hard one. It was one of these really quite hard ones that caused the problem. It assailed the party while their casters were settling down to pray and meditate, causing the party to shake them awake so they could escape.
There are things you should never do, such as shave with an active chainsaw, or drink concentrated acid to see what it tastes like. Another, altogether more relevant one of these is that you should never wake up your healers as they regain their power. This will fuck your party upside down for the rest of the day. If a marauding daemon, briefed by those that summoned it to destroy what threatens them, happens upon a party and has a choice of people running around with weapons drawn, or a set of people hardly paying attention and sitting quietly over there, it's probably going to see the weapony ones as more dangerous and go after those. Maybe not, but quite possibly. Cue flanging with life gift to give the healers some standing.
More of the same daemoning followed, along with some gratuitous posing, quoting of Red Dwarf and finally getting the party onto the same page and having them work reasonably well for the final showdowns.
Next week's party will contain Dresari's Angels and a fair portion of Team Nature - I'm going to hedge on the side of the most likely outcome and apologise to the party commander now for having a nightmare.
Caveat: Roasting turkey in butter with mixed herbs and fresh garlic should happen more often. It may have been exceptionally simple, but it was my first time trying it and it worked beautifully.
At five on Friday afternoon, after the really rather spiffing news about the job, my involvement in UberMadness IV came to a close. After watching no more than five votes be cast for the previous forty-eight hours, I was quietly confident (and, do be fair, very pleasantly surprised) going into the last day with a two vote advantage over someone I had expected to beat me more than comprehensively.
Then the final two hours happened, and four people swooped in and voted for him. First time he'd been in the lead since Monday afternoon. For the entire week we'd been either tied or with me never more than two votes ahead, and it all came crashing down in the final hour. Assburgers.
Annoying, but I can't be that disappointed - charminglybeef was very gracious in victory, I'd received good news that was far more important than the outcome of this not two hours earlier, and I was really pleased with what I'd created with the title we'd been given. Warning for anyone who may be considering reading - my entry (entry two) is just over seven and a half thousand words in length, and sci-fi.
Caroline was doing, relatively speaking, bloody well against the out and out favourite for the title up until the last day. She was almost taking one vote in two off of her for the majority of voting time, but towards the end more people started to vote after reading both entries slowly, and coming to the conclusion that the author number one may not have been putting out fiction and was actually writing about the death of someone they knew. In the end, the favourite won with a favourite's margin, but she certainly flattered to deceive. Caroline's is entry two, and yes, I had voted for the other one before I realised it was hers. I've already apologised, but at least the integrity of the competition was maintained and I didn't automatically vote for who I knew. I go out, 2-2 as I am. Caroline is now at 3-1 and will find out who she's up against on Tuesday.
Saturday commenced with Emma heading up to campus to work again, looking to get coursework finished, and somehow managing to maintain a work ethic that does seven hours at the weekend with only self-motivation to drive it. Apparently she got through a huge chunk and was able to relax for Sunday, which made for a very contented evening on the sofa, eating food and watching Sneakers. I passed the day by continuing in my quest to bring all six of my EQ2 characters into the midgame, earn them a surname and make them all half-decent craftsmen and women at the same time. Doing it in stages so I keep the vitality bonuses for all of them active, they're all slowly getting there and I'm managing to give them all something of a personality, which on a PVE non-roleplay server is something I'm quite proud of. No doubt I'll do a redux at some point.
Sunday's LARP involved playing this daemon, that daemon and the other daemon repeatedly at the party until they got well and truly tired of them, and to cap it all, we almost won.
The party were sent to investigate a "weird cult" that had been operating out of the mountains. Cue anarchy priests, chaos priests, daemonologists and daemons jumping out at them everywhere, including the odd really quite hard one. It was one of these really quite hard ones that caused the problem. It assailed the party while their casters were settling down to pray and meditate, causing the party to shake them awake so they could escape.
There are things you should never do, such as shave with an active chainsaw, or drink concentrated acid to see what it tastes like. Another, altogether more relevant one of these is that you should never wake up your healers as they regain their power. This will fuck your party upside down for the rest of the day. If a marauding daemon, briefed by those that summoned it to destroy what threatens them, happens upon a party and has a choice of people running around with weapons drawn, or a set of people hardly paying attention and sitting quietly over there, it's probably going to see the weapony ones as more dangerous and go after those. Maybe not, but quite possibly. Cue flanging with life gift to give the healers some standing.
More of the same daemoning followed, along with some gratuitous posing, quoting of Red Dwarf and finally getting the party onto the same page and having them work reasonably well for the final showdowns.
Next week's party will contain Dresari's Angels and a fair portion of Team Nature - I'm going to hedge on the side of the most likely outcome and apologise to the party commander now for having a nightmare.
Caveat: Roasting turkey in butter with mixed herbs and fresh garlic should happen more often. It may have been exceptionally simple, but it was my first time trying it and it worked beautifully.
