Post by Ellie Snicket on Oct 15, 2010 17:19:50 GMT -5
Ellie Snicket would call me, the writer of this here thread, crazy. And I think I know why.
I am addicted to role-playing games. Expeciolly well-made ones. I really don't know why I'm telling you all this, because you would probably much rather be reading a good thread that gets right to the point. Plus, the room is slowly filling up with water, so it would have been better if I saved my rambling for when I'm not locked in a room that is already a shallow pool.
I suppose it would be best if I started the point of this thread now.
Ellie was sweating in the metal shop, she has never worked so hard in her life on a weapon. But of coarse, she never worked on a weapon period. She was making a beautiful sword, with a jet-black blade and an orange handle thingy. Ellie burned and pounded and burned and pounded. You would not beleive the pain she went through, the blood she spilled, and the sweat she produced to make this weapon that would someday slay a serpent, but it won't for a while, so don't expect to find the thread with the serpent anytime soon.
Anyway, I think I shall skip the details and get right to the point, because the room if almost filled with water, and I don't know how much time my computer has.
As Ellie wiped the last drop of sweat from her very red face, she finished her sword. On the blade, she engraved a little picture of a sphinx, which was one of the few dangerous creatures she has always wanted to encounter.
I am addicted to role-playing games. Expeciolly well-made ones. I really don't know why I'm telling you all this, because you would probably much rather be reading a good thread that gets right to the point. Plus, the room is slowly filling up with water, so it would have been better if I saved my rambling for when I'm not locked in a room that is already a shallow pool.
I suppose it would be best if I started the point of this thread now.
Ellie was sweating in the metal shop, she has never worked so hard in her life on a weapon. But of coarse, she never worked on a weapon period. She was making a beautiful sword, with a jet-black blade and an orange handle thingy. Ellie burned and pounded and burned and pounded. You would not beleive the pain she went through, the blood she spilled, and the sweat she produced to make this weapon that would someday slay a serpent, but it won't for a while, so don't expect to find the thread with the serpent anytime soon.
Anyway, I think I shall skip the details and get right to the point, because the room if almost filled with water, and I don't know how much time my computer has.
As Ellie wiped the last drop of sweat from her very red face, she finished her sword. On the blade, she engraved a little picture of a sphinx, which was one of the few dangerous creatures she has always wanted to encounter.
