Tuesday, August 16, 2005


Starter Island

Things went swimmingly. The people I met were nice. One of them told me I had to get pounded on by things, sneak around, heal people when they get in trouble, or stand back and blast things. What kind of a choice is that? Blast things all the way.

There was plenty to do trying to stop the crazy goblins, but once I heard of the nasty orc I fled the island as fast as I could hop. That guy sounded scary, he is able to keep some hundred odd goblins under control, and they expect little ol' me to take care of him? I think not.

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