I promise this won’t be a weekly thing. Still really hyped on Guild Wars 2, now that a solid amount of my friends joined in the fun. We’ve been doing dungeons and dungeons and events and now I have a ranger
and I have no life and yeah!
BUT this doesn’t mean I haven’t been productive. I figured out some reasons that hold me back when it comes to writing. For once I’m truly, truly excited to get to work on Dominant Race again. AND the changes are looking awesome. So exciting.
That being said, time for some photos. Click an image. The captions tell my tale of… well, you’ll see:
The husband and I as majestic norns.
HELP! I’VE BEEN MUZZLED. (I made a charr ranger.)
What a pretty ruin. Let’s climb it to get to a vista point!
Charrs are afraid of heights. Not afraid to climb them, mind you.
The husband said fuck it and jumped. Thought he could hack it.
And then he died.
HELP! I’VE BEEN MUZZLED AGAIN.
Then I ended up in a bar and JP Marshman was dancing on top of a barrel.
Then JP Marshman took her clothes off. As a dude. Wearing a monocle.
I tried my best to forget it ever happened. Repressing memories takes a lot of effort. Also charrs are adorable when they sleep.
Afterward, she pulled out a box of fun that we all started to worship.
We danced in unison for a while.
Then the box decided we sucked as worshippers and froze us in awkward positions.
Temporarily, at least. Though I think Dimwit wanted it to be permanent, since he got the badass pose down.
So we lost Dim. That was tragic. We decided to sit it off and wash it all away with snark.
And some more snark.
It was a good day. Charrs are very energetic.
Still, the husband wanted to do his main quest stuffs, so we went and hurled our friend Grace off a spoon.
This time I fell asleep while they were talking war plans.
Stubborn cat was all “NO. WE GOT THIS.” Do you think we got this?
We don’t. We really, really don’t.
Sometime afterward, I discovered skritts have an auto-filter.
I also turned into a weird thing when I drank a strange potion. Note to self: double-clicking everything out of curiosity is hilarious.
More majestic poses with the husband.
JP Marshman doing what she does best, making the best references at the best times.
We did Maw, which is a quest ON the Maw, but everyone calls it Maw. Or a huge, quick clusterfuck. It’s interchangeable.
SO we all gathered together and decided, hey, we’re badasses right? Let’s do dungeons. That didn’t work out.
JP Marshman’s bear tried to save me by smothering me though.
It didn’t work.
But hey, at least we died in a pile of friendship. (And ultimately beat BOTH dunegons.)