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Scurvydawg Longshank
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Date Posted: 18:22:42 12/06/01 Thu
I am writing this message because if I don't vent, I am afraid I may just hurt someone -- and knowing my luck, it will be a Firbolg, and that would be a bad, bad thing to do :)
First of all, I am not one that falls pray to malicious pranks or jokes all to easily. However, I do believe that I have been the subject of quite a few moments of uncontrollable laughter over at Mythic Entertainment's development studios...
It all started with a small request to help a desperate young caster named Fianait to restore a magical garden in Hibernia. She asked that I retrieve some magical seeds from the Grass Sheerie Fearan in Bri Leith. Being the brave, and courageous soul that I am, I answered her plea for help... WHAT AN IDIOT I WAS...
I have been all through Bri Leith, and have even been told where that little Grassy arsed bugger is supposed to pop-up. I have camped the valley for days on end waiting for him to appear, but to no avail. After deciding that I was losing my mind when I started to talk to a wandering Bocan, I gave up.
So to you folks at Mythic, I sure hope that you have had your kicks watching me walk around aimlessly for hours and hours on end, I sure know I have And a warning to you FEARAN you little #$%! You had better hope and pray that I never find you, because if I do you are going to get the receiving end of my staff up yer behind!
I am not a Fool!
--Scurvydawg Longshank--
Admittance Officer
Level 27 Mentalist
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