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mousmeSo much to update, so little time!
*looks at watch and dies* I'm gonna be SO tired tomorrow!
Okay, here's what happened at the game tonight (mostly for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
firewillow's benefit as I know she's curious), at least in terms of my character: I got Ida's daughter Eva married to a nice young guard at the court named Loureco. I don't think I posted in here that Eva had been sleeping with Recared, my step-son, and he had got her pregnant, so we needed a husband relatively fast.
The hitch? Eva knows that my character and her step-son Recared have been schtupping like (discreet) crazed weasels for a couple of months now, as a part of my master plan to beget an heir for Sirivuld. So she'll have to be dealt with sooner or later. Stupid girl should have kept her mouth shut. Oh well.
The kingdom is going to war against the Mohadim to the South. Among those leading the troops will be my brother Rodrigo and my step-son Recared. The first is good news and bad, because he'd courting the neighbouring duchy's potential heiress, so it's good that he's proving himself a manly warrior *and* defending their interests, but if he dies that leaves me in a pretty pickle. As the closest living relative I think I would probably inherit, but that would mean a whole new set of complications. Recared is also not very good news, because I need to have an heir before he dies, dammit!
The rest who are going also have import of some sort, some more than others, but those are the two that stand out in turns of NPCs. Of course Tryggvi also gets to lead a troop, but I assume that unless something catastrophic occurs he won't actually die.
In other news, Aldric got married to Adalind. Must remember to mock The Evil Overlord Bunny about that later. ;)
The rest of the day isn't really worth mentioning. My brain leaked out my ears somewhere around 1:30pm and stayed in a gooey puddle at me feet all afternoon. I had a dickens of a time scooping it up into a jar to take home with me afterwards to revive and stick back in my head. It was messy and unpleasant.
I did finally manage to scare my coworkers. For those of you who don't know me IRL, this is the physical aspect I presented to my coworkers today: green hair, army boots, Cthulhu plushie seated atop my computer, and me viciously stabbing a stress ball with thumb tacks when the system crashed for the umpteenth time. This is my voodoo doll for the computer system at work: it's a ball with the word "system" written on it in permanent marker, and when the system crashes instead of squeezing it I stab it with thumb tacks until there's no room left. I then leave it there for a few minutes looking like a malevolent hedgehog, then remove the tacks and start over when the need arises.
Today I also began ranting about how it was high time that I went to work in my army fatigues and let them all have it with my paintball marker (I don't own one yet, but I will someday, my pretties, I will someday).
By the time I was finished ranting and stabbing my stress ball, they were all either looking at me aghast or edging away. Was v. pleased.
Allow me to take a moment to rant about another computer system at work, or at least an application. This is the application that theoretically allows me to record my hours worked. Except it's new, and IT WON'T LET ME IN!!! No matter what I or the technicians have tried, it simply won't let me get in. End result: I don't get paid.
So I'm highly pissed off about that.
But otherwise I had a more than okay day. Mostly the end made up for the rest, but that's the way it is with most of my days since I started working. Which is better than how my days were before I started working, which generally speaking never seemed to get better at all.
I was going to write a long, insightful entry about what makes me tick, but it's half past midnight which means I have to be up in five abd a half hours or be late for work. I also note thatfirewillow has not posted her promised story about her youth.
*stamps foot* I want my story!
In any event, if people actually seem to likefirewillow's idea, I may jump on the bandwagon, because I realise that ALL the people I know now have NO idea about what made me into the person I am today, except for the random snippets of information and little facetious comments about the grimmer aspects of my youth I've let drop over time. So prepare for maybe different and sometimes more intense reading than the usual dribble I post here. Probably not like the self-loathing rants I'm wont to post, either. A NEW BRAND OF POST IS BORN! MUAHAHAHAAAAA!
Err, yeah.
That's it. Am going to bed. Will resist lure of "Deathscent," no matter how much I want to know the end. Damn you,firewillow!
*looks at watch and dies* I'm gonna be SO tired tomorrow!
Okay, here's what happened at the game tonight (mostly for
firewillow's benefit as I know she's curious), at least in terms of my character: I got Ida's daughter Eva married to a nice young guard at the court named Loureco. I don't think I posted in here that Eva had been sleeping with Recared, my step-son, and he had got her pregnant, so we needed a husband relatively fast.The hitch? Eva knows that my character and her step-son Recared have been schtupping like (discreet) crazed weasels for a couple of months now, as a part of my master plan to beget an heir for Sirivuld. So she'll have to be dealt with sooner or later. Stupid girl should have kept her mouth shut. Oh well.
The kingdom is going to war against the Mohadim to the South. Among those leading the troops will be my brother Rodrigo and my step-son Recared. The first is good news and bad, because he'd courting the neighbouring duchy's potential heiress, so it's good that he's proving himself a manly warrior *and* defending their interests, but if he dies that leaves me in a pretty pickle. As the closest living relative I think I would probably inherit, but that would mean a whole new set of complications. Recared is also not very good news, because I need to have an heir before he dies, dammit!
The rest who are going also have import of some sort, some more than others, but those are the two that stand out in turns of NPCs. Of course Tryggvi also gets to lead a troop, but I assume that unless something catastrophic occurs he won't actually die.
In other news, Aldric got married to Adalind. Must remember to mock The Evil Overlord Bunny about that later. ;)
The rest of the day isn't really worth mentioning. My brain leaked out my ears somewhere around 1:30pm and stayed in a gooey puddle at me feet all afternoon. I had a dickens of a time scooping it up into a jar to take home with me afterwards to revive and stick back in my head. It was messy and unpleasant.
I did finally manage to scare my coworkers. For those of you who don't know me IRL, this is the physical aspect I presented to my coworkers today: green hair, army boots, Cthulhu plushie seated atop my computer, and me viciously stabbing a stress ball with thumb tacks when the system crashed for the umpteenth time. This is my voodoo doll for the computer system at work: it's a ball with the word "system" written on it in permanent marker, and when the system crashes instead of squeezing it I stab it with thumb tacks until there's no room left. I then leave it there for a few minutes looking like a malevolent hedgehog, then remove the tacks and start over when the need arises.
Today I also began ranting about how it was high time that I went to work in my army fatigues and let them all have it with my paintball marker (I don't own one yet, but I will someday, my pretties, I will someday).
By the time I was finished ranting and stabbing my stress ball, they were all either looking at me aghast or edging away. Was v. pleased.
Allow me to take a moment to rant about another computer system at work, or at least an application. This is the application that theoretically allows me to record my hours worked. Except it's new, and IT WON'T LET ME IN!!! No matter what I or the technicians have tried, it simply won't let me get in. End result: I don't get paid.
So I'm highly pissed off about that.
But otherwise I had a more than okay day. Mostly the end made up for the rest, but that's the way it is with most of my days since I started working. Which is better than how my days were before I started working, which generally speaking never seemed to get better at all.
I was going to write a long, insightful entry about what makes me tick, but it's half past midnight which means I have to be up in five abd a half hours or be late for work. I also note that
firewillow has not posted her promised story about her youth. *stamps foot* I want my story!
In any event, if people actually seem to like
firewillow's idea, I may jump on the bandwagon, because I realise that ALL the people I know now have NO idea about what made me into the person I am today, except for the random snippets of information and little facetious comments about the grimmer aspects of my youth I've let drop over time. So prepare for maybe different and sometimes more intense reading than the usual dribble I post here. Probably not like the self-loathing rants I'm wont to post, either. A NEW BRAND OF POST IS BORN! MUAHAHAHAAAAA!Err, yeah.
That's it. Am going to bed. Will resist lure of "Deathscent," no matter how much I want to know the end. Damn you,
firewillow!