I missed Lame Post Wednesday due to random shite, but just spoke to my RPG friend which reminded me about the last time we plated when I arm wrestled a demonist in the pub for a soul eating sword.

Now, this was an awesome sword, but it didn't like him at all due to him being an evil fucker who likes to kill barmaids and offer their souls to his god. So the sword wanted me. Yes, I thought I was in like Flynn, hard piece of kit that majorly fucks up anyone in range. This sword was truly awesome. So, I hatched a cunning plan, got the demonist pissed in the pub and arm wrestled. He lost, passed out, I took the sword.

Only then did I find out that it was cleverer than me. It had equal intelligence which means ... I had no control. I was truly fucked. The answer> Sell it - I can't use it and the experience from having it OWN me big time would get me up a level. I negotiated a good price, tried to hand it over and it wouldn't go! It wanted to chop me up for trying to get rid of it!!! They had to call a bigger and better fighter than me to control it, who was not happy about it and wanted to punch me for being a twat. I failed. A soul eating sword, fucked in the arse. The demonist also wanted to kill me when he realised what had happened.

I play again next week.

The demonist is upset. Demogorgan wantes a piece of me. How bad can it get?

Nuff said.