It has been roughly 3-quarters of the time that I've spent away from Guild Wars and I am beginning to fall silently, but surely into a spiralling morass of madness and wickedness. Do you hear that sound? That is the sound of a man who is left with no more options, without purpose and reason in his life. Only this time last year did my gaming hard drive crash handily into the ground, taking with it several year's worth of downloaded games, and any means of entertainment outside of online gaming. While at the time this was not a crime, I see now that in depriving myself of an entertainment medium devoid of "Rules of Conduct", I may have exhibited some short-sightedness in making ripe the perfect conditions for this travesty against humanity (i.e., my current situation) to have been instigated.
That sentence prior was not particularly well-made, but what can one do. I know this blog has very few readers, it may even have none. But let me say to you readers, reader, or Nil, the existential stranger that by 12 AM tomorrow morning if I have not flown to Australia to brutally murder Alfred Nolan of Sydney Australia, living at 19533 Almond way in the 13th district by the Nuclear Energy facility across from the bay, I will be playing with rapt fascination, Guild Wars.
And it will be good.
And in the event that it's not up by then, Alfred Nolan, I've a plane ride to Australia.
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Day 3: Viet eats his fist while traversing to Australia from lack of his DS which he accidentally left at home.
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