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(Another repost of something I annoyed my LS forum with among others^^)
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*Had to remove a couple of pictures (just of me getting my SAM on) and a smiley due to 10 pic limit*
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Once upon a time ago, I had a MySpazz page. Happily, that MySpong page has long since been abandoned but, during the MySpoon page's lifetime, I did make a short blog showcasing a handful of dumb screenshots I'd taken.
Here, for your viewing 'pleasure', I present those screenshots.
Apologies in advance for many many reasons.
Such as:
*A lot of these pics have been taken at night-time. Hence, the gloomfest.
*There's some aspect ratio skewage occuring. Just as circles will show up as horizontal ovals, Deeke - my laughably tall and skinny Elvaan - is shown here as a merely ridiculously tall and scrawny Elvaan.
*One of the pictures here is a Baby Picture of when Deeke first started playing. I must warn you, there WILL be some Full Bronze action going on here. Viewers of a nervous disposition, please watch out for the *WARNING:MALEELVAANINSUBLIGAR!* banners. Viewers who are curious to learn what temporary blindness feels like, go nuts.
Anyway. Pictures!
(for the most part, the text is pretty much lifted straight from the MySplurge blog)
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A picture of me and my Moogle. Getting ready to tackle last night's dirty dishes.
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I have long held a deep hatred of Bees. (As in, ooooh.. ever since Level 2 in Sarutabaruta)
I'm not kidding! All bees MUST die..!
*the sound of someone running approaches...*
"Huff..! Must.. find.... *wheeze* more.. bees..!!"
*the sound of footsteps recede into the distance*
Hehe.. guess what I've aimed at... :D
DIE BEE!
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Okay let me set the scene: I'd put my WAR on hold and started a new job earlier that week - WHM. I made it to Level 11, did a spot of shopping and headed on out to the Dunes for what I figured would be a nice sunny day mending broken bones and reattaching limbs with nothing but the power of my MND. I was looking forward to it.
Hmm.
Later that evening I finally made it, my legs a-wobbling, back to my Moghouse. I just wanted to curl up into a ball behind my flowerpots, close my eyes and try to block out all those images of all those Lizard trains.
A while later, my Moogle came out of his room and into mine, trailing as usual some sharp odour I couldn't place. He took one long look at my quivering, wild-eyed form before announcing - rather ominously - that he knew 'just what I needed...'. He hoists me up and slowly helps me into his room. And, wow..
I'm amazed I never figured this out earlier.
My Moogle was a complete and utter weedhead. Strange paraphenalia and discarded pieces of paper everywhere. He sits me down at a large tubes-in-a-vase type of contraption, filled with grimy-looking water.
Solemnly, he tells me to kneel down in front of it. I've never experimented with drugs before and I'm extremely nervous to say the least. But this is my Moogle for Altana's sake. He loves me doesn't he? I'm his master and stuff? And besides, the lizards just WON'T leave me alone. I decide to believe that he has my best interests at heart.
I kneel down. He hands me a lighter and tells me to light the end of this one pipe here, while sucking on the end of this other pipe here.
Okay.. Deep breath..
My moogle is floating just beside me. I know I can trust him.
I lean over, put my mouth around the 'suck' tube (damn that tastes foul..) and position the lighter over the other one. I empty my lungs and light the flame.
And it was at exactly that point that my fringe fell forward...
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Four hours it took for my Moogle to stop laughing... FOUR HOURS!
Drugs are BAD kids.
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*******WARNING: MALE ELVAAN IN SUBLIGAR BELOW HERE!*******
An old pic from back in Deeke's early Thief days. The goblins that day were very patient with me and my camera.
What with all the slashing and gouging and such...
*******WARNING: MALE ELVAAN IN SUBLIGAR ABOVE HERE!*******
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A nice picture of me and my very good buddy Diabolos, on our way to the grocers.
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A little-known fact:
Damselflies give damn good shoulder rubs...
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And finally,
One day I was kinda bored and fidgetty. So I went out looking for things to play with, when I stumbled across THIS:
Cue half an hour of Deeke steering an imaginary steering-wheel, honking an imaginary horn and making endless 'BRRRRMMM!!!' noises...
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And that's it.
I'm sorry... *rolls eyes*
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*Had to remove a couple of pictures (just of me getting my SAM on) and a smiley due to 10 pic limit*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once upon a time ago, I had a MySpazz page. Happily, that MySpong page has long since been abandoned but, during the MySpoon page's lifetime, I did make a short blog showcasing a handful of dumb screenshots I'd taken.
Here, for your viewing 'pleasure', I present those screenshots.
Apologies in advance for many many reasons.
Such as:
*A lot of these pics have been taken at night-time. Hence, the gloomfest.
*There's some aspect ratio skewage occuring. Just as circles will show up as horizontal ovals, Deeke - my laughably tall and skinny Elvaan - is shown here as a merely ridiculously tall and scrawny Elvaan.
*One of the pictures here is a Baby Picture of when Deeke first started playing. I must warn you, there WILL be some Full Bronze action going on here. Viewers of a nervous disposition, please watch out for the *WARNING:MALEELVAANINSUBLIGAR!* banners. Viewers who are curious to learn what temporary blindness feels like, go nuts.
Anyway. Pictures!
(for the most part, the text is pretty much lifted straight from the MySplurge blog)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A picture of me and my Moogle. Getting ready to tackle last night's dirty dishes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have long held a deep hatred of Bees. (As in, ooooh.. ever since Level 2 in Sarutabaruta)
I'm not kidding! All bees MUST die..!
*the sound of someone running approaches...*
"Huff..! Must.. find.... *wheeze* more.. bees..!!"
*the sound of footsteps recede into the distance*
Hehe.. guess what I've aimed at... :D
DIE BEE!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay let me set the scene: I'd put my WAR on hold and started a new job earlier that week - WHM. I made it to Level 11, did a spot of shopping and headed on out to the Dunes for what I figured would be a nice sunny day mending broken bones and reattaching limbs with nothing but the power of my MND. I was looking forward to it.
Hmm.
Later that evening I finally made it, my legs a-wobbling, back to my Moghouse. I just wanted to curl up into a ball behind my flowerpots, close my eyes and try to block out all those images of all those Lizard trains.
A while later, my Moogle came out of his room and into mine, trailing as usual some sharp odour I couldn't place. He took one long look at my quivering, wild-eyed form before announcing - rather ominously - that he knew 'just what I needed...'. He hoists me up and slowly helps me into his room. And, wow..
I'm amazed I never figured this out earlier.
My Moogle was a complete and utter weedhead. Strange paraphenalia and discarded pieces of paper everywhere. He sits me down at a large tubes-in-a-vase type of contraption, filled with grimy-looking water.
Solemnly, he tells me to kneel down in front of it. I've never experimented with drugs before and I'm extremely nervous to say the least. But this is my Moogle for Altana's sake. He loves me doesn't he? I'm his master and stuff? And besides, the lizards just WON'T leave me alone. I decide to believe that he has my best interests at heart.
I kneel down. He hands me a lighter and tells me to light the end of this one pipe here, while sucking on the end of this other pipe here.
Okay.. Deep breath..
My moogle is floating just beside me. I know I can trust him.
I lean over, put my mouth around the 'suck' tube (damn that tastes foul..) and position the lighter over the other one. I empty my lungs and light the flame.
And it was at exactly that point that my fringe fell forward...
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Four hours it took for my Moogle to stop laughing... FOUR HOURS!
Drugs are BAD kids.
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*******WARNING: MALE ELVAAN IN SUBLIGAR BELOW HERE!*******
An old pic from back in Deeke's early Thief days. The goblins that day were very patient with me and my camera.
What with all the slashing and gouging and such...
*******WARNING: MALE ELVAAN IN SUBLIGAR ABOVE HERE!*******
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A nice picture of me and my very good buddy Diabolos, on our way to the grocers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A little-known fact:
Damselflies give damn good shoulder rubs...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And finally,
One day I was kinda bored and fidgetty. So I went out looking for things to play with, when I stumbled across THIS:
Cue half an hour of Deeke steering an imaginary steering-wheel, honking an imaginary horn and making endless 'BRRRRMMM!!!' noises...
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And that's it.
I'm sorry... *rolls eyes*
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