[193] [139] [095] [133] [218] [146] [291] I've got the same combination on my luggage!

Oh, fuck you guys. Oh, this goes so horribly. Only your unholy pact with the gods of the dice get you through these fights. I don't even want to know what you did to get them to go for you like this, I'm pretty sure it would scar me, some of these rolls were just unbelievable, like flipping a coin and having it land on its edge.

How the fuck is it June already?

The Hobgoblin stares at you dumbly and says, 'Yes, that's right, "What" is the password. You may cross.' He steps to the side and you walk quickly over the archway to the other side of the ravine.

Once again you head off south-east, walking over sand and rock. Riding towards you on a dinosaur-like steed is a heavily armoured reptilian. It is a mutant LIZARD MAN riding a STYRACOSAURUS. The Lizard Man urges his mount into a trot to attack you.

STYRACOSAURUS (Skill 11, Stamina 10)

Hardest fight yet. And that's saying something.

The mutant Lizard Man jumps off the dead Styracosaurus and lumbers over to you with his halberd outstretched.

MUTANT LIZARD MAN (Skill 9, Stamina 9)

Ha ha ha ha haaaaa oh my fucking god. How are you even still upright.

The mutant has a shield which you decide to take, as it is light yet strong. Add 1 SKILL point. The prison colony cannot be too far away and you waste no more time in setting off again.

Man, that would have been handy BEFORE the fucking brutal massacre that was those last two fights.

Your legs brush against a thorny bush, instantly drawing blood.

The bush has poison-tipped thorns. Lose 3 STAMINA points. You stagger on resolutely towards the prison colony.

Lying dead face-down in the scrub is a seaman, perhaps one of the crew of a pirate ship killed by the mutant Lizard Man. A monkey strains to escape from a chain held by the dead man's hand.

Poll #10708

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Take the monkey with you.
7 (87.5%)

Just let it go and carry on walking.
1 (12.5%)

[093] The last of the reprints?

So that was a fucking miserable day. Everything that could possibly have gone terribly did, and it was long and exhausting and just... miserable. And then something awesome came up and looking forward to it was exactly what I needed to get through the rest of the day and then it didn't happen and I was fucking crushed and have basically spent the rest of the night crying off and on over something that should have been totally inconsequential.

There is no point to this entry other than to say... I will probably not be around tonight because I hate everything. I would love to get to all my party tags as well as the actual important plotty things I owe, but I've got a wicked headache now thanks to all the stupid stifled sobbing, which has yet to really stop, so. Tomorrow.

I need more shippy threads.

Also, I signed up for Camp Nanowrimo, but due to the aforementioned no-good, awful day, didn't get a whole lot done. I've got an idea and a couple hundred words, though, and I think it's erratic and open-ended enough to carry me through the month, since I'll be writing it in fits and starts while I'm at work.

Mostly I just wish it was late enough to go to sleep. Until then, I think I'll just marathon some Hill Street Blues or something.