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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

BST70 now, and it pains me not to have Fraps'd my multi-level outings with the spiders in the desert, leeches against the gobs on that hump in Gustav Tunnel, bats in the sewers and rabbits on the snowy Uleguerand Range. Weeks of playing this MMORPG as if it were all to myself, spewing scorn for those occasional trespassers who dared invade my camp on their way to some group activity, no doubt. But what an achievement, for antisocial behavior like this online, to become the game's preeminent soloist.
Pity the overdue entry has my character looking his worst. Nothing can be done about the Optical Hat, but I've since macro'd in the Ogre gloves, too, and gone with Attack+6 Tracker's Kecks to cover up those ridiculous boots; last time the HQ JSE chaps went up on AH, wouldn't you know it, was over that 123° weekend in Vegas. Surely all the shrimp was worth it.

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