What a shame I got killed by my dominated slayer friend. :(
I may buy this anyways when I have money, just so I can say I reviewed both of them. The last one was seriously top-notch. #remembergleep
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What are you telling me that's not a viable way to become president stop oppressing our culture you ethnocentric— I forgot that the glass ceiling can't be dissolved by acid apparently.
The images are pretty much the best part of all this. The team cartographer, spiritual advisor, and all-around ridiculouse Chester happens to have a player with a real knack for works of art. Sadly, this log is missing most of the truly great ones, but maybe a few will turn up in time.
Gleep isn't terribly attentive during Gleep's watch, as Gleep's found part of a dead jungle goat hallway stuck in its burrow. Lacking hands, Gleep spends about an hour weakly tugging at the creature, trying to extract it. (though its light is reddish)
Gleep gleeps in Gleep does seem to enjoy the cool weather that follows, however, and begins to move at a brisk slide along the grass that is completely identical to how he was moving before. There is not much much variety in Gleep's walkcycle.
Alongside Chester slides the greenish block of chemicals calling itself "Gleep". Gleep is glad everyone else is moving slower, as this allows Gleep to move at full speed without inconvenience. Gleep burns a very straight trail of sizzling slime and blackened grass as Gleep considers recent events. A new master, at long last. No more dissolving old bones for pickings of marrow. No more cold hours cleaning dungeons like an occasionally murderous janitor. No more roaming the island hunting lizards and hoping not to run into Bloody Flaps. And no more cleaning up mucus for the snotgoblin, Gleep reflects, a gas bubble slowly floating to the surface within Gleep. It pops, releasing an acrid, rat-reminiscent odor. Gleep suppresses a sigh Gleep has no capacity to voice and slides a few inches away from the party to spare them the scent. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that Gleep's life is changing, and Gleep Gleepself isn't sure where it's leading. But change is never a bad thing. And if it means regular rats to consume, that's good enough for Gleep. Gleep pauses, considering the potential crossroads. Gleep doesn't miss the Silent Island overmuch, but Gleep's companions seem very keen to go there, and far be it from Gleep to object. All the same, there may well be great dangers at the island, and better food can be found on this one. It is not an issue to casually resolve without clear and thorough discourse. *Gleep.* |