Perhaps it was the giddy aftermath of the New Year, or perhaps the effect of my usual nightcap cocktail of Absinthe, laudanum, Ol’ Janx Spirit and brown mushrooms in a tall glass garnished with a stick of Mandrake Root and Cinnamon Bark, or perhaps just the pangs of guilt over what I previously did to reindeer, but I had this diabolical creature seep into my dreams.
The curse that plagues this Wizard’s Hat is filling my mind with grotesque, failed spells. I think this is an omen, a premonition of things to come if I keep working with the forces of nature and trying to pronounce words I simply don’t understand.
It was my want to harness the power of nature and it’s power for good, but since I’ve already tripped on my own sword and stabbed myself in a place that makes me thankful for the invention of the codpiece, perhaps magic and spell casting aren’t in my bailiwick.
More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia
- Behold the Power and Might of the Fire Chicken!
- This Adventure Game needs more Adventure. And more Game.
- All that glitters gets nerfed
- Beware the Reaper Madness
- Peering through the veil to contact my spirit guide
- Two schools of player, Ultima versus Ultima Online
- Royalsexy teaches me to levitate and then it’s off to the Bear Tavern Brawl in Ardoris
- Nothing good comes from the limitless Rise
- Pumpkinhead rises out of the not so sincere pumpkin patch
- A new quest from Bodan, my little piece of Braemar and there is Epic Loot in the Sewers
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