Wednesday, August 25, 2004


Sigh..... this was the extent really of the Selbina clay quest the me and Rich decided to power through last night. Lot's o runnin in the dunes, from Dem to Selbina. But we didn't mind, between all the money making and the new sites, and the possibility that others would join our cause. . . . we trudged forward at a healthy 9 p.m. PST.
-Slim


To spice things up we decided to, um, "Farm" admist all the meaningless running and zoning. However, jealousy quickly swept over me as Rich's Banishga II and Diaga (I or II, I forget) not only rallied more "family members" but could kill em just as fast, leaving the BRD to play "nurse" for the big bad surgeon. "Ballad" "Paeon" "Ballad" "Scalpel" "Suction"
-Slim


Luckliy met up with Ush, as he needed to finish his quest as well. It was good to see Ush, however our time differences make for a good laugh as I can't possibly know how tiredly wonkified he is at 5 a.m. PST when he lives on the East Coast. Nevertheless, Ush's BLM help is throughly welcomed.
-Slim


The Train Orgy that is me.
-Slim


Eventually met up with Night to help him get his last piece of clay for the Selbina quest. Upon arriving at the HP I was "delighted" to see 3 nekkid Tarus and a shmorgasboard of dance macros. Of course, "High Standards Mcgee", refrained from dancing, sighing dejectedly as his cohorts proceeded to embarass him through the universal appeal of flailing apendages. Or so I can assume.
-Slim


Hanging out with LS peeps, trying to do the Sauromugue portion of the Selbina clay quest. By now this is our second try into gettin to the second banishing gate without dying. Rest assured, we did, plenty of times. In fact it was so dangerous in there, for all of us, that it took thirty minutes to raise one person. It was a surgical procedure that required everyone to work together. One person gently Raises while the other times an Escape, while the person being raised waits to raise until the Escape pops half way off. Albeit a little bit trying at times, all the new mobs, death in 2 hits, and hilarious paniked moments made it quite the enjoyable adventure.
-Slim

Tuesday, August 24, 2004


Just another flesh wound in the Jungles of Yuhtunga. Again the gamma is wonkified.
-Slim


Sunbathing, enjoying the sun in Kazham. It's interesting even in death Elvaan's can't help but remain. . . so freakin stiff.
-Slim


Me and Kitti were told to "Head South" while our high level escort went back to Rabao to change jobs. Didn't take long before we were lost. Panic settled in. So much so that if I had just turned 60 degrees to my left and ran a handful of yards, I would have been back with my party. Heh.
-Slim


Found a great half japanese half english all billinguel party last night. We had all met up in Yhotoar (or however you spell it.) and tried our hands at a few kills. The attitude of the group swiftly changed, and suddenly we were all warped back to the Crag of Dem and instructed to go to Bastok Mines. Thankfully that !@#&$ of Choco dealer didn't rip me of all my money. Long after the confusion set in on what we were actually doing, I was told that we are going on an adventure, check out a new places (new to some of us) and get a teleport gate crystal. "Where?" You might ask, or what I might have asked, I forget. "Altepa Desert". Hmmmm. Sounds fun! It was going to be my first time there and I giggled like a little schooltaru. Mind you, the absolute hell and all around "scariness" of Korraloka Tunnel wasn't exactly as postcard as I would have liked to think of it, but I was strctly instructed to auto follow, and autofollow I remained. Never taking the time to lift my eyes, or my curiosity for that matter; just staring down at the back of the four Mithra heads I was with. One accidental death later and we were out in the blazing heat of Altepa! Of course it totally helped that one of members had switch to a 56 PLD. Those with out crystals were instructed to "follow hurry up" and so again, I kept my head down and followed orders. My fingers were sweaty, hovering above the Screenshot key, spasing out and snapping odd, random pictures. And like doing laps in a pool, ran out touched crystal, turned 180 and ran back the other way, andrenaline flowing as new mobs crossed right next to us.
-Slim


GIve me back my auction house, Fiend! Eight hours is too long for any man not to find out if his pies and fine silk shoes have sold! /sigh Still an hour and half until that time, whatever will I do?
-Slim