Daydream of The Dragon of Marrying My Soulmate

It feels the tides have come and gone again today. I am still at rest, and I am still awake, but my mind sparks with a singular spark, an aim it has felt like I have been lining up since late 2008. I have raged and shouted here some bold suppositions, I have raged into the night in solitude, fewer responding with each pass. All my fists raised to this world have been responded to by the heaviest hand, and unauthorized fire burns me even now in my mind.

I wished for repentance, I took justly muddied steps into the darkness, and I have found Hope replete. The Chaos Storm is a blessing as never before seen, and more doors will open than will close, of this I am certain. I am reminded of D&D and The Tomb of Horrors I played with the Big Bang Theory group, and how with The Bard in the party nothing could touch us. It is just a matter of respect for the trap laden structure of the dungeon, clearly warned against by the DM, and exercising creative and well prepared caution. It might be interesting to see how particularly fluid parties make it through if you get a chance, I was always a bit more stubborn myself, using my typical 10 foot poll shenanigans and not rubbing any lamps or stepping through any mirrors. It feels as though nostalgia fades for me, in this constant cycle and rat race. I wonder today if any others feel this same way.

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