Today I have reached level 80 \o/
Heroics here I come!
Signed,
Her Imperial Majesty
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Battlestar Galactica: Pegasus
Greetings my loyal subjects!
Last weekend, the Imperial Court gathered at the Assistant Head Imperial Tailor's palace to try out the Imperial Ambassador's brand new Pegasus expansion for his Battlestar Galactica board game. In this expansion, you actually get to play one of the Cylon leaders ^_^ Anyway, because the Imperial Court loves me, the first thing they did was tempt me to play Caprica Six's character. This is so that they can freely accuse me of being a Cylon even before the loyalty cards were passed out ~_~ (I decided to play a human character instead, because I like screwing people up from behind.)
Also, in this expansion, players can execute other players by throwing them out of the airlock ^_^ Though I would have preferred beheading, I was happy with this new rule because I can just eliminate idiot humans instead of allowing them to use up oxygen by keeping them alive in Galactica's brig ^_^
The game was fun, of course. And what is a Battlestar Galactica game without the Imperial Court accusing me of being a Cylon? When I threw an Imperial Citizen into the brig (because the airlock was damaged, wrap your head around that... and he turned out to be a Cylon anyway), the other citizens used the Cylon detector on me just to make sure I wasn't one - and they still kept accusing me of being one ~_~
Anyway, here are some amusing lines from last weekend's game.
Ambassador (who was running the game): Admiral, you must discard five skill cards or execute the president.
Citizen (who was playing the president): Don't execute me! Please don't execute me! I... I can repair the ship!!!
(He was allowed to live because Galactica was very badly damaged by then.)
Ambassador: Your Majesty, a civilian ship has been launched. Who should I place it next to?
Empress (who was piloting a Viper): Place it next to the Head Imperial Nanny.
Nanny (who was also piloting a Viper): Wow, Your Majesty, you really think I'm such a great pilot that you would trust me to protect the ship?
Empress: No you idiot, there's a raider right next to me!
I can't wait to play again ^_^
Last weekend, the Imperial Court gathered at the Assistant Head Imperial Tailor's palace to try out the Imperial Ambassador's brand new Pegasus expansion for his Battlestar Galactica board game. In this expansion, you actually get to play one of the Cylon leaders ^_^ Anyway, because the Imperial Court loves me, the first thing they did was tempt me to play Caprica Six's character. This is so that they can freely accuse me of being a Cylon even before the loyalty cards were passed out ~_~ (I decided to play a human character instead, because I like screwing people up from behind.)
Also, in this expansion, players can execute other players by throwing them out of the airlock ^_^ Though I would have preferred beheading, I was happy with this new rule because I can just eliminate idiot humans instead of allowing them to use up oxygen by keeping them alive in Galactica's brig ^_^
The game was fun, of course. And what is a Battlestar Galactica game without the Imperial Court accusing me of being a Cylon? When I threw an Imperial Citizen into the brig (because the airlock was damaged, wrap your head around that... and he turned out to be a Cylon anyway), the other citizens used the Cylon detector on me just to make sure I wasn't one - and they still kept accusing me of being one ~_~
Anyway, here are some amusing lines from last weekend's game.
Ambassador (who was running the game): Admiral, you must discard five skill cards or execute the president.
Citizen (who was playing the president): Don't execute me! Please don't execute me! I... I can repair the ship!!!
(He was allowed to live because Galactica was very badly damaged by then.)
Ambassador: Your Majesty, a civilian ship has been launched. Who should I place it next to?
Empress (who was piloting a Viper): Place it next to the Head Imperial Nanny.
Nanny (who was also piloting a Viper): Wow, Your Majesty, you really think I'm such a great pilot that you would trust me to protect the ship?
Empress: No you idiot, there's a raider right next to me!
I can't wait to play again ^_^
Signed,
Her Imperial Majesty
Friday, February 19, 2010
The Imperial Dog
Greetings my loyal subjects!
The Imperial Dog is getting lazy these days. I mean, she has always been lazy. This is the dog who, as a pup, would lay down on the grass and refuse to budge when she's tired of walking in the park. But now she's getting fat, old, and much more lazier.
One of the Imperial Dog's duties is pest control. She is in charge of chasing away the ugly commoner children who dare venture too close to the Imperial Palace. She is also in charge of catching things like cockroaches and mice.
One day, the Imperial Dog caught a cockroach. A huge one. She tried to grind it in her mouth, then rolled over it trying to crush it with her body. But it must be the cockroaches' hard exoskeletons that made them so much harder to kill than mice.
So anyway, after a few minutes of not being able to kill it, the Imperial Dog just laid down on the floor and watched as the cockroach limped away. I, of course, kicked her and said, "That cockroach will level up because it encountered an elite boss and survived!", but she just gave me her why-the-frak-are-you-kicking-me look. (Because I am Empress, I will not stoop down to doing a commoner activity such as grabbing my slipper and killing the cockroach myself.)
Some time ago, the Imperial Houseboy and I decided to bug the Imperial Brother by loitering in his bedchamber. The Imperial Dog followed me, of course, and settled herself comfortably on the Imperial Brother's bed. Then the Imperial Houseboy opened a bag of corn chips and we started munching on them. The Imperial Dog gave us her why-the-frak-are-you-not-feeding-me look.
So the Imperial Houseboy offered her a corn chip. She bit it, then dropped it on the floor. She stared at it, and whined because the corn chip had the gall to drop out of her mouth and unto the floor. And because she thinks she is Empress, she refused to make the two-foot jump from the bed to retrieve the corn chip.
After a few minutes of whining, she gave me her why-the-frak-are-you-not-picking-my-corn-chip-off-the-floor look. And because she (thinks she) is Empress, I had no choice but to sigh, pick up her corn chip, feed it to her, and make sure she doesn't drop it on the floor this time.
See, the Imperial Dog has a mind of her own. She wasn't trained to obey me. She obeys me because she wants to. ...When she feels like it.
May old dogs live forever ^_^
The Imperial Dog is getting lazy these days. I mean, she has always been lazy. This is the dog who, as a pup, would lay down on the grass and refuse to budge when she's tired of walking in the park. But now she's getting fat, old, and much more lazier.
One of the Imperial Dog's duties is pest control. She is in charge of chasing away the ugly commoner children who dare venture too close to the Imperial Palace. She is also in charge of catching things like cockroaches and mice.
One day, the Imperial Dog caught a cockroach. A huge one. She tried to grind it in her mouth, then rolled over it trying to crush it with her body. But it must be the cockroaches' hard exoskeletons that made them so much harder to kill than mice.
So anyway, after a few minutes of not being able to kill it, the Imperial Dog just laid down on the floor and watched as the cockroach limped away. I, of course, kicked her and said, "That cockroach will level up because it encountered an elite boss and survived!", but she just gave me her why-the-frak-are-you-kicking-me look. (Because I am Empress, I will not stoop down to doing a commoner activity such as grabbing my slipper and killing the cockroach myself.)
Some time ago, the Imperial Houseboy and I decided to bug the Imperial Brother by loitering in his bedchamber. The Imperial Dog followed me, of course, and settled herself comfortably on the Imperial Brother's bed. Then the Imperial Houseboy opened a bag of corn chips and we started munching on them. The Imperial Dog gave us her why-the-frak-are-you-not-feeding-me look.
So the Imperial Houseboy offered her a corn chip. She bit it, then dropped it on the floor. She stared at it, and whined because the corn chip had the gall to drop out of her mouth and unto the floor. And because she thinks she is Empress, she refused to make the two-foot jump from the bed to retrieve the corn chip.
After a few minutes of whining, she gave me her why-the-frak-are-you-not-picking-my-corn-chip-off-the-floor look. And because she (thinks she) is Empress, I had no choice but to sigh, pick up her corn chip, feed it to her, and make sure she doesn't drop it on the floor this time.
See, the Imperial Dog has a mind of her own. She wasn't trained to obey me. She obeys me because she wants to. ...When she feels like it.
May old dogs live forever ^_^
Signed,
Her Imperial Majesty
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
An Imperial Valentine's Day
Greetings my loyal subjects!
Last week, I asked the Imperial Consort what we were going to do for Valentine's Day.
Consort: I was planning on cooking you a meal.
Empress: How romantic! So what are we having?
Consort: Filet mignon and charonnay, served with a side of brie.
Empress: *nosebleeds*
Consort: That's steak, wine, and cheese.
Empress: OH.
So anyway, the day before Valentine's, the Imperial Court gathered in the Head Imperial Bodyguard's palace to play our ongoing Exalted campaign. The Head Imperial Bodyguard's six-year-old nephew was there too, so I picked him up and placed him on my lap.
Empress: Consort! Let's make a baby! Let's make a baby boy! He won't be gay, I promise!
Nephew: I'm not gay!
Empress: Not you, honey.
Empress: Let's make a baby!
Nephew: I don't like.
Empress: Not with you, honey, you're a little too young for that.
The game was fun of course, and the Imperial Court being what it is, our characters got themselves into crazier situations than the average Exalt ^_^ Needless to say, the Imperial Consort and I were tired but happy when we retired to bed where we practiced making a baby boy.
On Valentine's Day, I woke up to a wonderful smelling brunch. In front of me was the delicious meal the Imperial Consort had promised. So I ate the filet mignon, drank the chardonnay, and sampled the brie.
As I placed the brie in my mouth, the Imperial Consort said,
"Restore 874 health over 27 seconds."
Ah well. This is what you get for dating a geek ^_^
The Imperial Valentine's Day wasn't as grandoise as some of my loyal subjects might expect it to be, but it was simple and sweet, and intimate ^_^
Last week, I asked the Imperial Consort what we were going to do for Valentine's Day.
Consort: I was planning on cooking you a meal.
Empress: How romantic! So what are we having?
Consort: Filet mignon and charonnay, served with a side of brie.
Empress: *nosebleeds*
Consort: That's steak, wine, and cheese.
Empress: OH.
So anyway, the day before Valentine's, the Imperial Court gathered in the Head Imperial Bodyguard's palace to play our ongoing Exalted campaign. The Head Imperial Bodyguard's six-year-old nephew was there too, so I picked him up and placed him on my lap.
Empress: Consort! Let's make a baby! Let's make a baby boy! He won't be gay, I promise!
Nephew: I'm not gay!
Empress: Not you, honey.
Empress: Let's make a baby!
Nephew: I don't like.
Empress: Not with you, honey, you're a little too young for that.
The game was fun of course, and the Imperial Court being what it is, our characters got themselves into crazier situations than the average Exalt ^_^ Needless to say, the Imperial Consort and I were tired but happy when we retired to bed
On Valentine's Day, I woke up to a wonderful smelling brunch. In front of me was the delicious meal the Imperial Consort had promised. So I ate the filet mignon, drank the chardonnay, and sampled the brie.
As I placed the brie in my mouth, the Imperial Consort said,
"Restore 874 health over 27 seconds."
Ah well. This is what you get for dating a geek ^_^
The Imperial Valentine's Day wasn't as grandoise as some of my loyal subjects might expect it to be, but it was simple and sweet, and intimate ^_^
Signed,
Her Imperial Majesty
Friday, February 12, 2010
T_T MMORPG
Greetings my loyal subjects!
I am too distracted by World of Warcraft, Warstorm, and Battlestar Galactica to blog.
In the meantime, I will leave you a song that the Head Imperial Chambermaid had stuck in my head for the past two weeks now.
T_T MMORPG
I am too distracted by World of Warcraft, Warstorm, and Battlestar Galactica to blog.
In the meantime, I will leave you a song that the Head Imperial Chambermaid had stuck in my head for the past two weeks now.
T_T MMORPG
Signed,
Her Imperial Majesty
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
When Raiding Goes Wrong
Greetings my loyal subjects!
Last weekend, the Imperial Court, some allies, and I decided to raid Magtheridon's Lair. The raid leader planned our assault very well. And by very well, I meant it took 10-15 minutes to tell everyone what to do. Of course, because I am Empress, I found myself above these mortal instructions so I took a nap during the briefing. Besides, I'm a healer. The only thing I needed to do was to keep the tank alive.
Finally, we found ourselves in front of Magtheridon. We braced ourselves for an epic battle ahead. After some last minute preparations, which took about five minutes, the raid leader gave the signal to charge. So the tank charged right at Magtheridon, while everyone else waited a few seconds before charging in after him.
Except we didn't get to actually charge in. See, right before we stepped into the chamber, a portcullis dropped from the ceiling, blocking our path. We watched helplessly as the poor tank took on the demon by himself.
Needless to say, the Imperial Court and I were laughing our asses off at the fact that though we planned very well, we still got owned by a portcullis.
We were able to defeat Magtheridon that night, after adjusting the battle plan to take the portcullis into account ^_^
Afterward, I marched into the Imperial Brother's bedchamber to tell him what had happened. We were laughing so hard, we nearly swallowed our chewing gum ^_^
Last weekend, the Imperial Court, some allies, and I decided to raid Magtheridon's Lair. The raid leader planned our assault very well. And by very well, I meant it took 10-15 minutes to tell everyone what to do. Of course, because I am Empress, I found myself above these mortal instructions so I took a nap during the briefing. Besides, I'm a healer. The only thing I needed to do was to keep the tank alive.
Finally, we found ourselves in front of Magtheridon. We braced ourselves for an epic battle ahead. After some last minute preparations, which took about five minutes, the raid leader gave the signal to charge. So the tank charged right at Magtheridon, while everyone else waited a few seconds before charging in after him.
Except we didn't get to actually charge in. See, right before we stepped into the chamber, a portcullis dropped from the ceiling, blocking our path. We watched helplessly as the poor tank took on the demon by himself.
Needless to say, the Imperial Court and I were laughing our asses off at the fact that though we planned very well, we still got owned by a portcullis.
We were able to defeat Magtheridon that night, after adjusting the battle plan to take the portcullis into account ^_^
Afterward, I marched into the Imperial Brother's bedchamber to tell him what had happened. We were laughing so hard, we nearly swallowed our chewing gum ^_^
Signed,
Her Imperial Majesty
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Converse Double Uppers Update!
Greetings my loyal subjects!
Again, the Head Imperial Baker redid the laces on my sneakers.
I think they're going to have a new look every week ^_^
I shall now go back to my Battlestar Galactica viewing marathon. More stories when I feel like writing them XD
Again, the Head Imperial Baker redid the laces on my sneakers.
I think they're going to have a new look every week ^_^
I shall now go back to my Battlestar Galactica viewing marathon. More stories when I feel like writing them XD
Signed,
Her Imperial Majesty
Friday, February 5, 2010
Converse Double Uppers Redux
Greetings my loyal subjects!
Last weekend, the Head Imperial Baker offered to lace my Converse Double Uppers for me. I have no idea how the heck he laced those things, but this is how they looked like after he was done with them.
Last weekend, the Head Imperial Baker offered to lace my Converse Double Uppers for me. I have no idea how the heck he laced those things, but this is how they looked like after he was done with them.
I promise, they look so much better when you wear them. And yes I am a crappy photographer but you mere mortals have no right to complain.
Anyway, they will stay that way until another member of my Imperial Court thinks they can do better ^_^
Signed,
Her Imperial Majesty
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Cabbit is on PetVille!
Greetings my loyal subjects!
Because today is do-stuff-other-than-playing-World-of-Warcraft day (a.k.a server maintenance), I checked my Facebook account and discovered that they have a few new games (well, they're probably not that new, but its been ages since I last checked my Facebook so there). I of course tried them out, and since I already made a Cabbit on Pet Society, I decided to make one on PetVille as well ^_^
Because today is do-stuff-other-than-playing-World-of-Warcraft day (a.k.a server maintenance), I checked my Facebook account and discovered that they have a few new games (well, they're probably not that new, but its been ages since I last checked my Facebook so there). I of course tried them out, and since I already made a Cabbit on Pet Society, I decided to make one on PetVille as well ^_^
Cabbit hated it of course. She even insisted that she wasn't that dark, and the only reason why she looked thus was because I haven't given her a bath since forever and therefore she is covered in dust.
So of course the first thing we checked out was the clothing store...
...Then I saw another game called Warstorm and I am now hopelessly addicted (it's a collectible card game, without all the fuss!)
PetVille is now all but forgotten. Sorry Cabbit XD
Signed,
Her Imperial Majesty
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
And Speaking of Quests...
Greetings my loyal subjects!
I was kicking back and relaxing on the giant mushroom Telredor in Zangarmarsh when I got a quest from Anchorite Ahuurn.
"Return to Feralfen Village and discreetly gather some of their idols so that I may study them. Try to avoid angering them, Empress, as it may hurt our chances of making contact with them."
"What? You want me to steal this hapless village's religious relics in the name of studying them so as to know the best way for you to shove your self-righteous morals up their asses?"
For the sake of experience points, I did it anyway ~_~
I wasn't discreet, of course. I'm a priest not a rogue ~_~ Anyway, I ended up killing more than a handful of villagers in exchange for less than a handful wooden voodoo dolls, all because the draenei back up at Telredor want to help them 'see the light'.
This, my loyal subjects, is how wars start ~_~
I was kicking back and relaxing on the giant mushroom Telredor in Zangarmarsh when I got a quest from Anchorite Ahuurn.
"Return to Feralfen Village and discreetly gather some of their idols so that I may study them. Try to avoid angering them, Empress, as it may hurt our chances of making contact with them."
"What? You want me to steal this hapless village's religious relics in the name of studying them so as to know the best way for you to shove your self-righteous morals up their asses?"
For the sake of experience points, I did it anyway ~_~
I wasn't discreet, of course. I'm a priest not a rogue ~_~ Anyway, I ended up killing more than a handful of villagers in exchange for less than a handful wooden voodoo dolls, all because the draenei back up at Telredor want to help them 'see the light'.
This, my loyal subjects, is how wars start ~_~
Signed,
Her Imperial Majesty
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