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Of Forest Folk and Gothic Impostors
I started Ocarina of Time today. OMG, nostalgia trip! I've already beaten the first boss, and it's a measure of how much my skills have improved that I demolished the first boss, Gohma the Parasitic Arachnid, with no damage in under a minute. Granted, it was only the first boss, which is traditionally the easiest, but it's still an achievement for me. I spent the rest of the playing time learning the Sun's Song and collecting Gold Skulltulas. Tomorrow, I'll visit the Lost Woods and collect more Skulltulas. If there's time, I'll start the Earth Temple, but since I'm currently restricting myself to four hours of playing time per day, it will depend on how much time I have left.
When not dealing out merciless death to zombies, poisonous plants, and mutant spiders, I dreamed of Christoph Schneider, or rather a mutant Christoph who bore a terrifying resemblance to a Marilyn Manson fanboy. Long, black hair, red lips, lots of dark eyeshadow, an eyebrow piercing, and vampire fangs. This Bizarro-World Christoph was attracted to my pheromones and approached me before a concert in a small theater and tried to mouth my nipples through my shirt. Smooth, Christoph. Afterward, I tried to find him to see just what was going on, but the backstage area was guarded by a militant elderly usher who was determined that none should pass. Finally, LAB-era!Richard wandered out and told her to let me pass, but before I could follow him, I awoke to the sporadic shuddering of Roomie's legs in the grip of clonic spasm. Dammit.
When not dealing out merciless death to zombies, poisonous plants, and mutant spiders, I dreamed of Christoph Schneider, or rather a mutant Christoph who bore a terrifying resemblance to a Marilyn Manson fanboy. Long, black hair, red lips, lots of dark eyeshadow, an eyebrow piercing, and vampire fangs. This Bizarro-World Christoph was attracted to my pheromones and approached me before a concert in a small theater and tried to mouth my nipples through my shirt. Smooth, Christoph. Afterward, I tried to find him to see just what was going on, but the backstage area was guarded by a militant elderly usher who was determined that none should pass. Finally, LAB-era!Richard wandered out and told her to let me pass, but before I could follow him, I awoke to the sporadic shuddering of Roomie's legs in the grip of clonic spasm. Dammit.