Okay, I'd like to chip into that prayer myself with something that actually matters to me. I probably have a few options...
First off, there's the second half of this bottle of rum... That's, well, the best option.
The remainder of my meal is mere dregs, not really important.
I'm looking at pieces of equipment... And no, too much sentimental value. They'd make lovely sacrifices, but far too dear.
I want to keep getting drunk tonight. I'm... sort scared to cut myself off. Because, once I get started, the sentimentally starts. And I entertain it for a while, and probably grow from it!
Then after the growth I do remember, I keep drinking and sink into a rewarding stupor, where I remember nothing and laugh at anything.
I'm so close to there.
SO close.
So this pitiful $3 half-bottle of rum represents me enjoying that period of bliss.
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half-third bottle is the thing I have sacrificed, dammit, and I'm not obtaining that bliss tonight.
Thanks for the wind, offering insight and encouraging action.
Thanks for the rain, easing my pain and anger. Thank you foremost of the storm.
Thanks for the thunder, you terrifying avatar of vengeance. Thank you for sparing me countless times, as I admired your brilliance unshielded.
Thanks for the storm undivided, that representation of chaos and change, uncertainty, something bigger than me.
NetStorm. The ritual to defeat an enemy shaman... hit me deep.
Even though there's apparently youtube video to the actual full ritual. Fricken hades. I really should fix that before posting.
But this is the drunk thread.
Oh and sacrifice-wise, yeah. I'm giving up... uh. A third is still a good sacrifice, I think. Given the grips I'm in.
Like Gaia gives a shit. She's like Jehova but cares even less.