Ravineous' Journal Entry 3294.)
Bored. Bored! BORED! There is absolutely nothing to do around here any more. There’s been no meddlesome adventurers around recently, but at least that would be a change from the tedious humdrum of the last few months. I’ve even littered awesome little doodads all over my tower and no nibbles on the hook. No new fortunates to be test subjects for me. I’ve even killed off a few dozen of those stupid birds, but that barely even caught my attention.
I’m thinking I might have to go out and stir something up myself. I know what you’re thinking, future me: “What? Actually going to expend energy going out into the world?” Well, let me tell you, that is how desperate I have become. But it is seriously obnoxious, trying to avoid being a cliched, moustache-twirling crazypants. I could go kidnap someone important, bring him or her back to my tower. But that’s been done countless times over. I need something with a little more panache.
So, going to let that stew in the old thinker. So, new subject time. Recently, I’ve felt, perhaps even sensed, something nearby. Something that resonates in my memory from times long forgotten. Like a whisper of a dream that I had while deep into my cups or something. I can’t put my finger on it. But it is nearby and powerful. And it should be mine.
Bored. Bored! BORED! There is absolutely nothing to do around here any more. There’s been no meddlesome adventurers around recently, but at least that would be a change from the tedious humdrum of the last few months. I’ve even littered awesome little doodads all over my tower and no nibbles on the hook. No new fortunates to be test subjects for me. I’ve even killed off a few dozen of those stupid birds, but that barely even caught my attention.
I’m thinking I might have to go out and stir something up myself. I know what you’re thinking, future me: “What? Actually going to expend energy going out into the world?” Well, let me tell you, that is how desperate I have become. But it is seriously obnoxious, trying to avoid being a cliched, moustache-twirling crazypants. I could go kidnap someone important, bring him or her back to my tower. But that’s been done countless times over. I need something with a little more panache.
So, going to let that stew in the old thinker. So, new subject time. Recently, I’ve felt, perhaps even sensed, something nearby. Something that resonates in my memory from times long forgotten. Like a whisper of a dream that I had while deep into my cups or something. I can’t put my finger on it. But it is nearby and powerful. And it should be mine.