The (mis)adventures and thoughts of an aspiring master archer, lifter, and fantasy author who happens to be irresistibly drawn towards wolves, raptors, and parrots. They may say there's no such thing as Paradise or Perfection, yet I'm still searching for them. Why do I keep searching? A voice speaks to me and says: "Search for Paradise and aspire for Perfection"...
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I Dreamt of Durians
I don't know what got into me, but I was dreaming that I was holed up in my office and protecting territory and research from the hordes of football players, cheerleaders, and politicians. All I had were my Chek-Mate Crusader longbow, 8 arrows, all with Razorcap broadheads, and some durians. I scored perfect double-lung and/or heart shots with the arrows 8 broadheads but that wasn't enough to repel the entire horde of evil entities trying to stop me on my quest. So I started throwing durians at them and for every durian I threw, two more showed up magically. I took out a lot of enemies with well-thrown (or not-so-well-thrown) durians because they can and will inflict some pretty good damage. Plus they do have an area-of-effect to take their advantage and give me some advantage (or remove a disadvantage). Let's just say I'd rather use a nice, sharp broadhead with a reliable bow, much more accurate and safer for me, but I guess I better keep a durian or two around for self-defense, especially during football season when there's a lot of idiots around, stupidity is glorified beyond reason, and I'm not allowed to protect myself in other ways.
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