DuD and AAUUUGH
Mar. 15th, 2010 01:33 pmDuD was fucking awesome.
To explain how fucking awesome it was, allow me to provide a random word-salad list of integral component parts:
Boltguns
Chainswords
Power Armour
Smitetastic suicidally zealous religious fanatics
Heretics
Daemons/Daemonhosts
Heretek Constructs
Imperial Guard
Space Marines
Rogue Traders
Adeptus Arbites
Sanctioned Psykers
Unsanctioned Psykers (WITCHES!)
Radical Inquisitors
Tech-Priests
Assassins
Exterminatus
Charging into battle reciting hymns alongside Space Marines
Getting to burn the Planetary Governor because she was a HERETIC WITCH!
INCREDIBLE COSTUME STANDARDS
There were witches. Many witches. They had to be purged, with faith, steel and holy bolter-fire. Some of the witches may or may not have been on our own side.
Fucking Awesome.
Also on the 'good things' list was managing to get back from event just in time for LRP. Just. Minor panic upon arriving in flat and smelling gas, but thankfully it wasn't due to a leak and instead due to the fact that one of the hobs looked like it had been left on. So I turn it off, open all the windows and rush off to LRP, safe in the knowledge that our inspection was on Tuesday.
Yup, there's where we nosedive onto the 'bad things' list. Right next to the fact that I spent a day trying-not-to-inhale-fibreglass-dust, and am barely able to move this morning due to running-in-new-armour-based pain.
AAAAARGH DEADLINES GO BACKWARDS, RATHER THAN FORWARDS, RIGHT?
So, erm, yeah. Entirely slipped my notice that house inspection had been moved to the day after the event so Marcus could be around for it, rather than with a day's leeway.
So when I headed off on Thursday to help a desperate Vicky get kit assembled ready in time for event, I'm looking at the letter on the worktop that says Inspection on Tuesday and am thinking there's going to be Monday night to clean.
So...erm...yeah. I feel like a complete shit... HUGE FUCKING APOLOGY required to Saint Marcus the awesome for single-handedly sorting the house.
To explain how fucking awesome it was, allow me to provide a random word-salad list of integral component parts:
Boltguns
Chainswords
Power Armour
Smitetastic suicidally zealous religious fanatics
Heretics
Daemons/Daemonhosts
Heretek Constructs
Imperial Guard
Space Marines
Rogue Traders
Adeptus Arbites
Sanctioned Psykers
Unsanctioned Psykers (WITCHES!)
Radical Inquisitors
Tech-Priests
Assassins
Exterminatus
Charging into battle reciting hymns alongside Space Marines
Getting to burn the Planetary Governor because she was a HERETIC WITCH!
INCREDIBLE COSTUME STANDARDS
There were witches. Many witches. They had to be purged, with faith, steel and holy bolter-fire. Some of the witches may or may not have been on our own side.
Fucking Awesome.
Also on the 'good things' list was managing to get back from event just in time for LRP. Just. Minor panic upon arriving in flat and smelling gas, but thankfully it wasn't due to a leak and instead due to the fact that one of the hobs looked like it had been left on. So I turn it off, open all the windows and rush off to LRP, safe in the knowledge that our inspection was on Tuesday.
Yup, there's where we nosedive onto the 'bad things' list. Right next to the fact that I spent a day trying-not-to-inhale-fibreglass-dust, and am barely able to move this morning due to running-in-new-armour-based pain.
AAAAARGH DEADLINES GO BACKWARDS, RATHER THAN FORWARDS, RIGHT?
So, erm, yeah. Entirely slipped my notice that house inspection had been moved to the day after the event so Marcus could be around for it, rather than with a day's leeway.
So when I headed off on Thursday to help a desperate Vicky get kit assembled ready in time for event, I'm looking at the letter on the worktop that says Inspection on Tuesday and am thinking there's going to be Monday night to clean.
So...erm...yeah. I feel like a complete shit... HUGE FUCKING APOLOGY required to Saint Marcus the awesome for single-handedly sorting the house.