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Prince Caspian
Guest
Hello. Hello. How nice of you to come and visit. My name is Jervis, I'm the erm, caretaker of the Richard Garriot Home for the Mentally Unbalanced here at Nu'jelm.
Many poor souls do occupy our cel.. erm, suites. At all hours of the night, you can hear the troubled yell about nerfed skills, how so-and-so's bokuto doesnt do the nerve pinch any more, how the MiB loot just never increases and...
Ah, here is our most recent nutjo-- erm, guest. Prince Caspian. His Vessel, The Dawn Treader, was found beached near Moonglow, and he was rocking back and forth in a fetal position on deck.
Caspian: "Gone.... Gone..... oohh.... THERE IT GOES! *bob* *bob* AND ITS GONE!!! EEEEHEHEHEHEHE"
Poor soul. You'll have to forgive him. We believe that he was turned stark raving mad while fishing. You see, it got too much for him, he who has slain elder wyrms, Paroxymous, Jou'Nar and...
Caspian: "AH!!! HA!! See!?!?! It didn't even BOB!!! AHAHAHA! Sitting there with my cursor on top of it, for THREE MINUTES, and poof! It's GONE! Like a fart in a windstorm! HAAA!!"
...poor man. As I was saying, after so many years of derring-do and adventures, it was too much of a strain for him to constantly be outsmarted by the crustaceans of Britannia.
Caspian: "OOhhhh!!! ANOTHER SHOVELNOSE. But noooooo..... nooo not the Snow Crab I neeedd... .only need about a ZILLION more to fill the order! And I haven't CAUGHT ONE IN THREE HOURS!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Ok, we must leave. He is getting agitated. It's time for his meds anyway. We just have to be very sure we don't deliver them in an orange cup, because he freaks out. This way, please.
And value your sanity, my friend. There but the Grace of the Virtues go you and I.
Many poor souls do occupy our cel.. erm, suites. At all hours of the night, you can hear the troubled yell about nerfed skills, how so-and-so's bokuto doesnt do the nerve pinch any more, how the MiB loot just never increases and...
Ah, here is our most recent nutjo-- erm, guest. Prince Caspian. His Vessel, The Dawn Treader, was found beached near Moonglow, and he was rocking back and forth in a fetal position on deck.
Caspian: "Gone.... Gone..... oohh.... THERE IT GOES! *bob* *bob* AND ITS GONE!!! EEEEHEHEHEHEHE"
Poor soul. You'll have to forgive him. We believe that he was turned stark raving mad while fishing. You see, it got too much for him, he who has slain elder wyrms, Paroxymous, Jou'Nar and...
Caspian: "AH!!! HA!! See!?!?! It didn't even BOB!!! AHAHAHA! Sitting there with my cursor on top of it, for THREE MINUTES, and poof! It's GONE! Like a fart in a windstorm! HAAA!!"
...poor man. As I was saying, after so many years of derring-do and adventures, it was too much of a strain for him to constantly be outsmarted by the crustaceans of Britannia.
Caspian: "OOhhhh!!! ANOTHER SHOVELNOSE. But noooooo..... nooo not the Snow Crab I neeedd... .only need about a ZILLION more to fill the order! And I haven't CAUGHT ONE IN THREE HOURS!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Ok, we must leave. He is getting agitated. It's time for his meds anyway. We just have to be very sure we don't deliver them in an orange cup, because he freaks out. This way, please.
And value your sanity, my friend. There but the Grace of the Virtues go you and I.
