Those arse-licking, zombie-buggering, two-faced, bloody sons-a-whores, can't-even-count-to-ten-even-on-their-own-fingers-because-they're-so-stupid-bleeding--@&+±¢¦¥+{§eƒ-^#*%!!!!!! BALLS!!!!
I mean, bloody, buggering hell, am I the only one here with any sense of loyalty? Ok, so Dolartu stayed with me as long as he could, but the rest? I checked my bottle of tequila to see if it was still full, because everyone just totally, totally FLAKED on me, and that's not like they usually are. Ok, That's not exactly fair. They did act like themselves. Guess I'll just have to make sure I never get taken, 'cause it's glaringly obvious that only the "important" ones are worth going after.
I knew it! I bleeding knew they would take the first opportunity to ditch FrostFang if they could. If it had been anybody else, we would have run after them like we had hot pokers shoved up our arses. Never mind how FrostFang tirelessly stood watch while everyone slept. How he carted our sorry arses up the stupid river. How he stayed behind to fight so we could get away. . .Bastards!
And this guy Niro, Noran, who cares really. We run across his campsight and, oh my god, the dragons are immediately on top of us. You'd think we would have learned to not trust every person we meet so BLINDLY!. We let this USURPER penetrate our circle and suddenly everybody is listening to him and agreeing with him, cooing "Oh Nyrie, you're so powerful. You have such a big brain. And so sexy too in your big hooded robe that never come off." Blech. There's two types of people that I know of who keep their robe on and hood up all the time - nasty, evil bats like Mortedamos, and lepers. I don't think I've once seen that boy's face. I wish someone would just give him the few coppers and send him on his merry way. Who died and made HIM leader? He's not even really a part of the group, though I guess you could say Islan adopted him in by telling him about the crystals. Oooh! I could just KILL Islan for that! He's so damned dumb sometimes. If I had been close at the time, I would have smacked him upside his oversized, oblivious, blond noggin.
I am SO mad. . .naaa, forget it. I don't really care anymore. We're supposed to go into another stupid dungeon. But who do you think they'll bug to check for traps? I know who. Guess who's gonna let them look for themselves? Got that one covered too. I'm not saying they'll not have my steel. I'll be the same old run-into-battle-to-deal-pointy-death Arilyn. I just think I'll do it with a little more self-preservation in mind. It's becoming clearer where loyalties lie. |
