Not a single Luxury.
Whew. Got my power back on. That was a scary couple of days, huh? I was very close to resorting to cannibalism to pass the time. Reading by candlelight seems wonderful and fun, but the novelty wears off quickly. And again, it isn’t that I don’t appreciate the help my friends forwarded to me, but I treasure my self-reliance. I’m just not that much of a people-person. Even when I’m with friends of mine, there can be too much of a good thing, ya know? I like being alone, I like setting my own schedule, and dammit, I just enjoy being master of my own whatnot.
Anyway, my inbox is belied by the actual facts of my issue. See it all gets back to my pole. The damn thing is just too massive for your standard crane. It laughs at the standard cherry picker and calls it weak and puny. The power company had to get a special truck to cope with the majesty of my pole.
I think that some contractor or other has the ear of city council and installs superfluously huge power poles as something of a kickback. But you didn’t hear suspicions of nepotism and backdoor dealings from me. No sir.
Anyway, I’m off to Disgaea. My plan is to advance my Recriut to Space Marine and my Rogue to Space Pirate, then work on specialists and item worlds, then in the fullness of time the Majin class will reveal itself to me.
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