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[kippurbird]

So I'm sitting here watching Chacuer molest my beanie babies trying to work on my thesis and nothing's coming. Or at least it's coming rather slowly. He's very distracting, Chaucer is. And it's a bit on the chilly side in my room. I don't want to leave though because it's been a bit stormy and those tend to bother Chaucer, scare him and what not, so I'm keeping him company. He likes his mommy.

My comptuer just started making an odd noise. It's this high pitched squeal. It's very annoying. And I'm trying to write, which it's not helping. Must write though. Writing is good. I'm also trying to ignore the D&D character history that's wandering around in my head.

Though Matt's gone and made himself a druid. It turns out he admited to Ryan that he fudges all his rolls. Which really is a fuckin' bastard of him. I mean we aren't all good at everything, except him. And when the wizard starts hitting as hard and as often as the fighter of the group, you know somethings off. Teena says I should talk to the DM about this. She's right.

I'm gonna fudge the rolls on my next character. My Paladin's going to kick ass.

Comments

Fudging rolls.

[(Anonymous)]

You fudge a roll on anything, and so help me, you die.

Re: Fudging rolls.

[kippurbird.livejournal.com]

Bah. You know me better than that. The Paladin was Valjean and I never even rolled him up. Or at least finished rolling him up to my satisfaction. Couldn't get the history satisfactory in my head. And then you took him over and he seems to be doing fine, though I will never ceased to be amused at our first encounter with him.