Jan 1, 2021
Not to brag, but Iām incredibly pretty.
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Not to brag, but Iām incredibly pretty.
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ćAarablogć Magical 14
Hello my dear humans,
I have been away from my blog for quite some time but I had a good excuse, I promise! I have discovered yet another one of these games and am now fully immersed in it. It is just so much fun. I have to say these video games are one of my favourite inventions of yours. Anyways, after losing my sanity playing The Dark Souls I moved on for the sake of the litte peace of mind I had left and am now playing a much gentler, happier game titled The Fourteenth Installation of a Final Fantasy (kind of odd, if you ask me). I wanted to report on my participation in this game much sooner but I was totally addicted and couldnāt bother updating my blog had other important startouchly matters to attend to.
I am happy to tell you that I have already ascended to the 31st plane of power (weird to measure your develop like that to be honest) and of course I am intensively studying the magical systems of this world as I am learning both white magic and black magic. After all, it is my deepest desire to understand magic and all its facets and perspectives as thoroughly as possible, even in a video game. Is what I would like to say, but letās be real, I wanted to play black mage because I like things to go boom but you have to wait more than 5 minutes in the duty finder to get a party and I really donāt have time for that. What am I, immortal? So, healer it is.
Anyways, I wonder if any of you humans have sold your soul to this game as well or if I am the only one slowly losing mine to it.
That is all for today. I shall keep you updated on my future journey.
A Happy New Year! (I take it, the change of years matters a lot to you. For me it was just burnt candle number 1234987654323456789098765434567890987654.)
ćAarablogć ...
So, err... I tried to buy one of these lawn mowers I was talking about but now it requests to speak to my pay pal.
Iām confused. I have a bug pal but no pay pal...
The stars of the globular cluster NGC 6441 sparkle peacefully in the night sky, about 13,000 light-years from the Milky Wayās galactic center.
And this, my dear friends, is why I wear a cloak.
I will break free from my mirror just to steal this cat.
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ćAaravos liveblogs The Dragon PrincećSeason 1, Episode 1
(Note from the mun: Probably best experienced by reading it while watching the episode yourself? Unless you have great memory of the episodeās details, I assume. I didnāt flesh out the descriptions of the individual scenes because the following text alone took me more than three hours and is 12 pages in Word already. Sadly, I forgot to add time stamps. I might edit them in later if I have the time but I hope that itāll be possible to follow the script without them for now.
With that said, have fun!)
ćAarablogć...
Iāve become so weak at restraining my emotions after all those centuries in isolation. I donāt want to imagine the schadenfreude of the other elves and dragons if they saw the infamous Aaravos like this. Before the mirror I would never give them the satisfaction of letting my feelings slip in front of them. The impression of the untouchable archmage I created was truly masterly.
But I donāt regret it. This excessive control of my emotions wasnāt healthy for me. Deep down Iām the contrary of the image I tried to create. I feel so much. Sometimes itās as if the impressions of the world rain down on me like volley I canāt shield myself from and it overwhelms me regularly. Itās hard to admit that you have a soft heart and for so long I considered mine my biggest short-coming. My Achilles heel that I was paranoid about.
Thatās something my existence in the mirror (and endless time for self-reflection...get it...reflection? Mirror...?...
.........)
taught me. If I look back now Iām shocked at how I would have had trouble accepting all of your warmth and showing my heart-felt gratitude in return. The carefully curated illusion of power is certainly not worth it.
ćAarablogćAnd so it begins...
Welcome, my dear humans. Thank you all very much for taking the time to read this report on my feelings and thoughts. I feel excited to participate in your cultural custom called ābloggingā and I hope I will do it justice.
(I took the liberty to call my public diary āAarablogā because from what I have gathered you have a rich humouristic culture in this space called the internet? And so many interesting forms of speech! I must learn all of those things.
I therefore hope you find this little play of words as endearing as I do. My caterpillar wasnāt very enthralled. It thought the idea was tacky. Clearly, it lacks the intellect to understand this nuanced title.)
So, I should begin.
Today was rather uneventful, as is any day really.
My caterpillar caused a little bit of a ruckus because its set of favourite socks had shrunk after washing so I had to knit it a new one. This little creature...itās not satisfied if I use my magic to get the job done. No, it has to be hand-knitted because āmagic makes the wool scratchier and the fit is worseā...I donāt believe a single word of that nonsense but if it makes my familiar happy...itās not like Iām short on time...
After the knitting I completed my daily ritual of laying down at my favourite spot on the floor for 30 minutes or so to cr- I mean, contemplate the horrible injustice done to me and the cruelty of having to spend eternity alone in this realm beyond life and death.
Afterwards I had some lunch to strengthen myself for the most important task of the day: undusting all of my 4000+ books in my library, then redusting them so I can undust them again tomorrow, just to redust them anew and repeat this procedure the day after, and the day after, and the day after...
I wish my dust allergy would kill me.