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Not sure if I'm quite drunk yet. Oh, well, I
did correct a FUCKING SHITLOAD of typos in my last post... I forgot to mention that. I'm still correcting typos, actually. I should probably stop doing that now, I guess? Anyway, let's take
a look at the fort another swig and
then take a look at the fort.
(It is 4:19 PM here, if anyone's interested in that sort of thing.)
Edit:
JESUS H. CHRIST ARMOK what the fuck is this?!
Why is everything such a goddamn mess?! What's the deal with all these tiny too-- rooms wth NO DOORS? Where is the proacy *privacy in this place? Bloody hell, I need to clean things up around here. Once I've had a bit more to drink. that is.
Unfortunately I don'... well, I have money that I could, hypothetically spend on sb beer, but I really shouldn't. I'm saving it to party with tomorrow, after all. So many friends to be caught up with tomorrow, so many bands to see... yeah I'll probably need to booze it up all serious-like tomorrow.
...Ah who am I kidding. I should buy a slab now. What am I , some kinda pussy?
Lemme just check my bank account real quick, the liquor store's just across the road. 4:46 PM Edit: Alright, I am back, with a beer in my hand.
Or well, it's actually on the table as I type this. Not sure why I am typing a bit better now. Oh well. I'll drink more. A swig o' SoCo, a few swigs o' VB. Hooray!
...Gimme a while to get properly liquored up, wouldja? I might do a bit of a recce on the fort, but I doubt it'll help.
Edit 5:00 PM: I thiiiink I might be drunk enough... I just almost, very nearly commented on a post on social media from a "politically conscious" cousin of mine, uh, AMERICAN cousin of mien, with a response to people talking abut being "doomed" which was a link to the Wikipedia page od Doom Metal. Uh. Thaat didn't make a whole lot of sense. I stopped correcting typos. , obviously. I'm thinking I'll go see if I can bum a cupcake off my housemates, then I might get started.