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Ugh, I'm getting bad at this. Maybe I'll officially take it down to once every two days.

Your new copy of Haylar is duly delivered :-).

Featuring Goblin Stratagy Tips, and a convenient bush to hide Haylar's very tasteful underwear - or does it?

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It's been an awful long time since I posted a real entry.

It's teatime now.

Oh well.

And the song quote, just to make sath happy

./~ all of these quiet battered voices
wait for the hunger to come
we got little revolvers and stupid choices
and no one to say when we're done
(Well I don't wanna bring you down)
I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes
`cause I know there's little things about me
that would sing in the silence ~\.

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enchantedmelody will be pleased to hear that I finally finished Klorg the Flayer, my chaotic neutral dwarf fighter who is bound to get themselves killed in about thirty seconds, despite being a level 21 fighter. He has not one but two talking weapons, but this is mostly to make up for the fact that he is almost unintelligable and certainly hasn't spoken to anyone for around two decades. A selection of magical items fight their own battles against oppositely aligned items within his wild, matted hair and beard. He is four feet six inches, extremely dangerous, extremely hard and utterly, utterly ridiculous. Oh, and he has a charisma of 1, due to being not only supernaturally ugly but also a completely asocial, amoral dwarf.

Skullduggery in Freehaven still isn't non-dead, and poor Lythenir still hasn't woken up. He is going to have *such* a hangover...

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The suffix -oid is used to denote something which is not really a whatever-it-is. A cuboid is not a cube. A factoid is not a fact.

This has been a public service announcement on behalf of a google search for either randomness or silly things. or perhaps funny things. probably silly things.

My brain has taken a long vacation. I hope there is lots of chocolate where it isn't. Always have 42p of change in your pocket. Non sequiter. Your facts are uncoordinated.

*falls over*