Well, the cold is finally gone, and it's about time, because with my cold went Captain Hero. Thank goodness, because he would not stop beating me at chess, which meant I had to cheat, and from my past track record you can imagine how that went over for me...
Since that time, there have been a few battles, and it's time to finally admit that I need some support. Which is why I am recreating the Nevermores.
They were my first attempt to start an army. On a different site, of course. It didn't go over so well, because I was a total novice then. But now, I'm trying it again. Please, join! Promotions are sure (eventually)! I'll try and get the actual blog sign-ups today.
This was a pathetically short post.
Showing posts with label Cold. Show all posts
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Monday, June 11, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
House Guests
I really loath house guests.
Specifically one house guest.
Specifically that one house guest who's punched me in the face so many times.
Anyhoo.
It was the morning after I got lost in the jungle, but it didn't look like morning. The rain was still pouring, though the wind had died down a little. The clouds made the whole thing so dark that it almost looked like night.
Of course, naturally, I had a cold. A cold. I am an overlord. I shouldn't get colds.
But I had one, and Salt said that there was actually no bloody cold medicine on the whole bloody island. Thanks to the storm, no contact was being made with the mainland or anything - of course, I don't make contact anyway, normally, because they actually don't know of my tyranny here.
So I sat and suffered in silence broken by the occasional groan or exaggerated fit of coughing.
Everyone was gathered in the only comfortable room in the fortress, which had a fireplace, a few bookcases, and some assorted chairs and such. Mathew was humming some annoying ditty while throwing bits of wood on the fire (the power was out, naturally). Salt lounged against the wall reading, while Pepper and Hero chattered over hot chocolate.
That was another thing that annoyed me; Pepper and Hero got along wonderfully. They bickered about some things, chatted over others, and the whole thing was irritating. I mean, they wouldn't shut up.
And I was lying, shivering, wrapped in blankets in the giant black armchair. I couldn't even kick Hero out of the fortress, and none of the others would. I mean, what kind of minions were they? They wouldn't even destroy the hero who we were fighting against. Totally ridiculous. If only I could reach my explosionator gun...
Specifically one house guest.
Specifically that one house guest who's punched me in the face so many times.
Anyhoo.
It was the morning after I got lost in the jungle, but it didn't look like morning. The rain was still pouring, though the wind had died down a little. The clouds made the whole thing so dark that it almost looked like night.
Of course, naturally, I had a cold. A cold. I am an overlord. I shouldn't get colds.
But I had one, and Salt said that there was actually no bloody cold medicine on the whole bloody island. Thanks to the storm, no contact was being made with the mainland or anything - of course, I don't make contact anyway, normally, because they actually don't know of my tyranny here.
So I sat and suffered in silence broken by the occasional groan or exaggerated fit of coughing.
Everyone was gathered in the only comfortable room in the fortress, which had a fireplace, a few bookcases, and some assorted chairs and such. Mathew was humming some annoying ditty while throwing bits of wood on the fire (the power was out, naturally). Salt lounged against the wall reading, while Pepper and Hero chattered over hot chocolate.
That was another thing that annoyed me; Pepper and Hero got along wonderfully. They bickered about some things, chatted over others, and the whole thing was irritating. I mean, they wouldn't shut up.
And I was lying, shivering, wrapped in blankets in the giant black armchair. I couldn't even kick Hero out of the fortress, and none of the others would. I mean, what kind of minions were they? They wouldn't even destroy the hero who we were fighting against. Totally ridiculous. If only I could reach my explosionator gun...
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