Come for the games, stay for the drama.
Coming so close on the heels of my last letter, you might think there’s been some emergency — but we’re fine, all are well. Adventures just won’t let us rest! Should the Rivervale Gazette ever ask about us, just tell them that all is well. I wish the courier that bears these letters back through … Read more
Dear Mother; I am having the Big Bend scribe write this letter for me. I don’t think I can hold a pen at the moment. I apologize for any drool marks or bits of loose skin you might find here. The ogre writing this letter is none too tidy. SCROG CLEAN! SCROG GOOD SCRIBE, U’LL … Read more
Dorah learns there’ll be no more scooter rides in the cemetary Work is hell. I’ve been coming home late from work, and the last thing I really want to do is log in EQ1 and go to work again. Raiding every night is either stressful or boring, and grouping for experience is just boring so … Read more
I promised Atlas hearts and smiles when he finally began working. Got all the email issues sorted, wrote workarounds so the salespeople could still read their email and I am being very careful with him. He’s earned his name; he really does have the whole world on his shoulders. The security guard didn’t like the … Read more
(I wanted to head this rant with a picture of my trusty little mail server, Atlas, but he and I are not speaking at the moment, and the digital camera was out of power. So for no real reason, a gratuitous picture of Dina as a Square-Enix heroine.) About two weeks ago, our email provider, … Read more