Ashrah
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Guess which sorry sap is the new Dairy Lead?
This guy.
And with this promotion, I'll be making a steady 4 grand more a year than I did last year.
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"I have created over a thousand blades. Unknown to death, not known to life, have withstood pain to create many weapons; yet those hands will never hold anything."
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That feeling when you're in the Dairy cooler and the power goes out. Now it's cold, dark, and you have to run out and put wrap over everything. Except you don't know where to walk because you're not specced for Night Vision and it's chaos.
What is life.
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I'm getting way too excited reading Rothbard.
Mmmm... "Man, Economy, and the State." This'll be fun...
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That moment when "I don't want to work today" but "I do want them to go through with that promotion I'm lined up for."
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Current mood:
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The face you make when you wonder if the gym is working. >_> Because I totally haven't got the chest muscles I feel I've been working for.
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Don't ever say "drinking contest" to Arc.
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I mean, them eyes tho. *thumbs way up*
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RE: ZERO WHAT ARE YOU DOING.
STOP.
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Anyone want to write? I'm looking for people close to my level (Approx 9 SP) to work with on clearing stuff so we can grind our way to the higher levels.
Let me know!
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Here, this is me. Again. But slightly older and with style.
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I'M BAAAAACK.
;)
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I want to write. All of the things.
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"But I am," he said with a chuckle. "I need to go find better equipment. I've been stuck too long with all of this newbie gear, and it won't help me once I start moving up through the floors." He produced his Bastard sword from his back and held it aloft for Lessa to see. "It's a weird choice, but it counts as a two hander, despite being held steady in one. Can't use it adeptly without both." He nodded to himself. "It's just the right weight for me. Not too heavy, but not light." She looked like the sort of person who knew her swords. "Ah well, not to bore you with details. I'm going to he
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"He was a good guy," Arc said softly. "Died too young, but don't we all. It's going to suck telling his grandmom." The distance in his eyes might have spanned the rift between worlds. "May not have been a people person, but he gave everything he had in anything he did." He smirked. "Died fighting a boss, he did. Not a drip of fear in him, to hear it told." Silently, Arc hoped that if he had to die in this world, it would rival Alkor's own death. "But I won't die," he said with a newfound tenacity in his voice. "No, Thom deserves my best effort. That's what I'm going to give." He sat bac
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"I like to handle things on my own," he drawled, "and I'm not ready to do that on this floor, yet." With a shrug, Arc took another sip of his ale. He considered her words about a second date and his lips split into a wide grin. "Got brought up here by some starry eyed suitor, did you?" He straightened and held his drink tightly in hand. "I don't think I could fall in love with someone in a game," he said seriously. "And I don't really think I could make many friends. I'm pretty preoccupied with trying to get stronger. With quests, and battles, and..." He sighed. "I don't know why I'm telli
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"Maybe so," he laughed as he tossed a few Col on the bar and the barkeep slid a frothy ale across to him. "Then again, it is an inn, and we all have to sleep." He almost choked on the booze as he laughed at himself. "Or stay awake and drink, failing sleep." The flagon touched down gently on the bar as he glanced two seats over to Lessa and studied her for a moment. Her voice had changed since their last meeting, clearly some time and hot drink had warmed her demeanor. It was interesting to see how people lived daily in Aincrad, some devoid of their inner strength after watching others deteri
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"Argue," the word came accompanied with a chuckle as he repeated it softly beneath his breath. "Ah, you've gotten tired of conflict, I see." Arc turned and smiled gently with a bright smile. "That's alright. It was nice to meet you, Lessa, and I hope you get whatever you're looking for out of this game." He opened his menu and browsed over his status and experience bar, like it had just become part of his routine. "It's probably good that you decided to back off of the front lines," he told her finally, "lots of conflict, thereabouts." Arc closed the window and reached up to scratch his he
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"Maybe," Arc said sternly, "he believes what he dies for is the most just cause." He believed that of Alkor, to be sure. Thom may have been quiet, but he was always convicted. "I think if someone died like that, they would die without regret." She spoke of leaving the front lines and teaching young, weak players to survive. Arc did not fault her for leaving, but he would never have left if he were there. "And someone died," he guessed. "I won't ask questions. I know that happens in this world and you don't owe me any answers." He turned his gaze from her again and shrugged. "I'm just doing
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"If no one takes a risk, no one reaps the rewards." Arc shrugged off her brazen disapproval of his words and recalled a friend who died valiantly in battle against a boss. Alkor no doubt contributed something in that fight. Arc wouldn't believe anything else. "Can't dishonor the fallen by trivializing their sacrifice." His words came from a place of mourning deep within himself, though she obviously meant someone rlse. He doubted seriously if anyone had known Thom beyond Mari, though it was not unlikely others knew of Alkor. "Sometimes people are meant to do things others won't. And that
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