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 ^_^

 

Signed,

Her Imperial Majesty

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

 

Signed,

Her Imperial Majesty

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 ^_^

 

Signed,

Her Imperial Majesty

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

 

 

Signed,

Her Imperial Majesty

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.

 

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

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 ^_^

 

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

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 ~_~

 

Signed,

Her Imperial Majesty