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xaq_the_aereon...when you wake up from a dream crafted by Monty Python.
I don't remember much of the beginning, aside from tearing around through an apartment complex to find a co-worker of mine from Norfolk who had hacked my laptop (with the end result simply being that, while said laptop was fine, I was no longer able to play any of my PS2, Gamecube, or Wii games. O_o;; ), but the ending is clear as day in my head.
Having found said old co-worker and walloping him upside the head with a giant stone fish, I found myself in the midst of a group of renaissance faire goers. They were all preparing for combat of some sort, and I asked what was going on, and they said that the blacksmiths were revolting. This just confused the hell out of me, but I figured as long as I was there, why not help? So I grabbed a decent looking long sword (commenting to someone wielding a pair of double-swords to be careful with the darn things after poking me right in the rump with one of them!), getting a feel for its weight, when suddenly someone comes running in rather panicked.
"The blacksmiths are coming! The blacksmiths are coming!!" he yelled, which left me COMPLETELY confused. I mean, what could be so bad about blacksmiths, right? Then I heard one of them down the hall... "Mr. Tanner, would you stand up please?"
Followed by a deafening explosion. At this point my brain just went "...Oh. THOSE guys. ... ... ...Ohhhhhh (eyes open wide at this point) shit." At this point, I promptly found myself drawing inspiration from his infamous majesty, King Arthur, and bellowed out a rallying cry....
"RUN AWAAAAY! RUN AWAAAAY!! RUN AWAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!" At which point we all promptly RAN LIKE HELL. Just in time, too, as a bunch of blacksmiths busted into the room we had just been in, smashing large hammers around and lobbing hand grenades back and forth.
Not sure how that turned out, though...woke up on my way out the door. :[ Dammit, they ALWAYS go dead right at the good parts...
I don't remember much of the beginning, aside from tearing around through an apartment complex to find a co-worker of mine from Norfolk who had hacked my laptop (with the end result simply being that, while said laptop was fine, I was no longer able to play any of my PS2, Gamecube, or Wii games. O_o;; ), but the ending is clear as day in my head.
Having found said old co-worker and walloping him upside the head with a giant stone fish, I found myself in the midst of a group of renaissance faire goers. They were all preparing for combat of some sort, and I asked what was going on, and they said that the blacksmiths were revolting. This just confused the hell out of me, but I figured as long as I was there, why not help? So I grabbed a decent looking long sword (commenting to someone wielding a pair of double-swords to be careful with the darn things after poking me right in the rump with one of them!), getting a feel for its weight, when suddenly someone comes running in rather panicked.
"The blacksmiths are coming! The blacksmiths are coming!!" he yelled, which left me COMPLETELY confused. I mean, what could be so bad about blacksmiths, right? Then I heard one of them down the hall... "Mr. Tanner, would you stand up please?"
Followed by a deafening explosion. At this point my brain just went "...Oh. THOSE guys. ... ... ...Ohhhhhh (eyes open wide at this point) shit." At this point, I promptly found myself drawing inspiration from his infamous majesty, King Arthur, and bellowed out a rallying cry....
"RUN AWAAAAY! RUN AWAAAAY!! RUN AWAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!" At which point we all promptly RAN LIKE HELL. Just in time, too, as a bunch of blacksmiths busted into the room we had just been in, smashing large hammers around and lobbing hand grenades back and forth.
Not sure how that turned out, though...woke up on my way out the door. :[ Dammit, they ALWAYS go dead right at the good parts...
