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Wow. Time slipped by me. I'll see if I can sneak in a post between jobs today, if not then tomorrow.
Arg. Got slammed with work this weekend, and forgot I have an all day trading in class today.
I really am dedicated to this game. I owe you guys a nice long uninterrupted run of fast posts.
Stick with me. October was the busiest single month of work for me since the recession started in '08. Cough me by surprise.

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"Stop postIng your not posting and post already!"
I know, I know. I could have posted this weekend but knew I would not be able to again until the last half of this week. I had a MAJOR 12 page regional ad assignment come in with no advance notice. Many 14 Hour days starting when I hung up the phone. I heading out to the first of four location shoots today alone as I type this (I'm not driving, hee hee).
I also had a cactus needle embedded in my eye last Thursday. Yep, you read that right. And yep, it felt just like it sounds. It was there over twelve hours before I could have it taken out by a specialist.
Sooooooo. Where's the game? I want to start up when I know I can do a long satisfying run and not start/stop all the time. My current ETA is late this week.
Thanks for holding interest. I miss everyone's game post and the fun of GMing it.
This crazy amount of work is a blessing but it is also wearing me out mentally and physically. I like to post first thing in the morning before I get started in the day as I know it's often hard for me to pull away from work and I'm exhausted at night.
Well, looks like I'm about to arrive. I know they are already looking for me. Faster faster faster for the rest of the day.
See ya!
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Aka Calvin

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Dude,you got attacked by a Cactaur?
Yes eye did. (See what I did there).
I *had* a window cactus that grew to about 14 inches tall. I took it outside to replant it and the thing shot a needle into my eye in self defense. I failed my reflex save rolling a 1.It was all covered in these little hairs that are hard as steel and end with a surgical point.
One must have bent then snapped back launching like a sling, flew a foot and a half, cartwheeled over my glasses past my lashes into my eye, rotated and pierced my eyelid. It stayed lodged there with the broke end digging into my eye every time my lid or eyeball moved. The ophthalmologist described it as "tattered goblin nails racking a third of my eye in a drunk in fit."* (*Those may not have been his exact words. Translated from doctor speak.)
Anyway, it makes a great tavern story, and it's all better now.
*beware the cacti with the +12 missile defense attack.
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