i'm finally back in reality

i'm starting to hate my isp (okay, i've been pretty cool with it, but now i'm rather angry with it) because it has monthly periods. that's right. it disconnects itself when it's lucky every month, leaving me 2-4 days before it recovers and i can connect again. now i'm back...on prepaid (MAN THIS IS SO PATHETIC.)

meanwhile i shall delve into my own world, starting...now:

-- ENTER IMAGINARY DYSFUNCTIONAL MEDIEVALISH WORLD --

Hi, my name is Raksha, and I'm a Khajiit, which is Morrowind-speak for Leonin. Yes, I'm a cat-man, and I can't wear shoes because I have little furry feet that needs a manicure and a...err...I'm not into those parlor stuff. Anyway, the people around tell me (I have the traditional RPG-hero amnesia) that I was previously a prisoner, and the emperor Uriel Septim the...uhh...VII ordered my release.

So I talk to this Dark Elf when I awaken, and he's called Jolo, (well, no. he's actually named Jiub), and he says we're on this happy little prison ship. Once we land on Seyda Neen (hey, that's a town, fyi) this guy asks me where I'm from. I guess the more accurate question is what race I am. I'm a Caucasian Khajiit, and I tweak myself so I look like a lion whose mane was sheared against its will.

I proceed and enter the Customs and Excise building, and I talk to Mr. Friar about my job. I register myself as Skyhunter, with a focus on combat, long blade, athletics, and medium armor. I now pick up the letter of release, and I proceed upstairs and take everything from the table and cabinets to sell later. (I am an evil Khajiit. Well, just a poor one.) I also take the dagger so I have a nice little weapon.

Anyway I go talk to Sellus Gravius, the nearest centurion who will release me. I meet this elfish-human named Fargoth, and I give him back the ring I found in a barrel inside Customs and Excise. And now he says I'm his favorite friend. I run catlike very far away from him, shocked at his statement, for fear that I might become his favorite plaything soon.

I walk to the nearest store and sell all the stuff I stole...I mean, borrowed and bought myself some new duds, a longsword, and a shield. I now look for the silt strider to take me to Balmora where I must find this guy called Casius Cosades. Up and away!

-- END IMAGINARY DYSFUNCTIONAL MEDIEVALISH WORLD --

NO!!! I HAVE PIMPLE!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! stupid high school sitcoms. they really get you going about your looks.

PIMPLE!!!

-EDIT-

dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
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jam_onl1ne: romeo
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dragon_flip24: did i make you crack?
jam_onl1ne: romeo
jam_onl1ne: no
jam_onl1ne: you cracked first
dragon_flip24: dammit!

it is proven by Mr. Hayden Christensen that Jedi mind tricks only work on weak minds. (hi leiron.)