The Ravings of Demented Rabbits

What's My Age Again?

25, apparently. To quote Regina's card, "Just think! Soon, you'll be able to do 'back in my day' shpiels!" Little does she know. But she got me a neat book, so that was all good. And I got another neat book from my parents, as well as shoes and a new pair of BDU pants to work in, which A) means I no longer have work pants that are pushing ten years old (or my old BDUs, which were more like Gulf War vintage), and B) is the first time I've recieved clothes as a gift in...many years. But I need these things, so.

Too, Cole came over, and we played a bunch of MP Civ with Whir, and then we sat around playing BG for a while (read: until 5am), and my solo thief went from halfway through Cloakwood to the final battle with Sarevok. Let me assure you, dear reader, that that final battle with Sarevok with a solo thief? It's REALLY FREAKING HARD. But I did it.

Cole: "So can you backstab Sarevok?"

Me: "Sure can." *backstabs Sarevok for the endgame*

I also got to watch Cole play the beginning of BG2 for the first time, which was particularly neat, because I haven't seen anybody play it for the first time ever pretty much since I went through it back in 2k. Also I got to watch him get owned by lightning mephits.

Lightning Mephits: *thrash, slaughter, maim*

Me: "You just got totally served, dude."

Cole: "Yeah, yeah I did."

Nazis: *Kill me in Call of Duty*

Me: "Dammit." *respawns, wins with the PPSh*

Cole: "I don't understand how you can actually use that gun. It's only good because of the 71 round clip."

Me: "Dunno. I just like it." *leans out from cover and snipes two Nazis in the head, then swivels in a totally pro move and takes down a third*

And that was the night, pretty much.

In other news, I guess Tonto is no more. I'm not really sure what to say about that, really. Regina did a fine job of it, to be honest. For me, well, I had a lot of fun with it. I did some awesome gaming, hung with an awesome group of people from all over the world, talked about a lot of awesome stuff, and in the end made some really great friends out of the deal. At the same time, I'm pretty much at peace with the end. Tonto was what it was, and did what it did, and they were good things, but those days are no longer. It may be better to have it die the final death than to have it linger on, half alive as it was. I dunno. But the alien lives on still.

Posted by Dwip at December 12, 2005 11:33 PM