
Fireball @ MindSay 
Over breakfast, my dad and I were discussing global warming. Latest theory (that actually makes sense) that we've discussed is the Tunguska fireball. Quite believably, this little freak event messed up a bit of the balance of water in the atmosphere. Apparently, after that time, temperatures went for a gradual plunge over a few decades, and at some point between then and now, the balance returned, and they're returning back to the norm.
I was asking if he thought they'd stabilize once they reached that norm, but apparently, among the dozens of other factors that come into play, the sun is starting some version of stellar puberty - being very moody, with lots of breakouts - that's supposed to last about eleven years. It's believed that this may have some effect on our planet. Go figure.
In fairly unrelated news, I'd like to introduce you to Scott. Not tambourine-Scott, this'd be a Scott of a different color. Literally - tambourine-Scott's of Asian descent. This Scott has been entertaining us over here (particularly me) for about two years now. I happen to think he's awesome, and I want one. More as a pet than anything else, but knowing a guy like this would be incredibly cool. He's a geek with a beautifully overdeveloped sense of the random and wacky. And wild hair. What's not to love? I could take him for walks and feed him and everything!
Unfortunately, I haven't yet found one wandering the streets. I have the sneaking suspicion I'm in the wrong state - that, and he doesn't go outside. More's the pity. Why must all geeks confine themselves to the indoors? I realize that they're allergic to sunlight, but they could come out on cloudy days!
That's about as productive as my morning has gotten.
Readers of this blog though, probably have no trouble at all and if a reader happened to be on the fence, I'm sure this post will push them over.
"Just give me sword! Look, If I'm stuck in a fight with a big dragon and I run out of mana or spells... I'm dead! I don't have to memorize scrolls to use my sword. I don't have rest for 6 hours in order to slash with my blade. Things should be simple and a kobold massacre doesn't get any more simple then a warrior with his sword."
This has been my thought about any fantasy character I have ever made in a game. Give me the warrior. I can take the hits and I'm pretty good at hitting back. It wasn't until Final Fantasy XI that I truly saw the importance of this class of characters. Tank. Shoot me, flame me, bash me... I'll stay standing while the rest of my group is whittling away the enemies health. Look at me, focus on me... Your battle is with me.
Honestly, I enjoy the role and I do a damn good job of it as well. I have never looked much at other "jobs". Sure I have dabbled in thief skills or some white magics, but it was always a way to pass the time. To steal from many adventures I have been on, it seemed the warrior life was my destiny.
Then Selpha came along. Selpha is a human mage who I created as an alternative character while I wasn't playing my main Night Elf warrior, Vorash. I never expected to truly enjoy using magic. I thought I would find it frustrating to have to stop after every battle and rest to "recharge" my magic. Honestly, it is frustrating, but a frustration that is easily overlooked by the destruction that Selpha can rain down on her foes. It is one thing to impale with a great sword. It is something else to freeze someone and then burn them over and over until they fall dead before they ever reach you. The mage battle strategy seemed to be releasing a bit of controlled chaos.
The other game that I have gotten hooked to is Neverwinter Nights. Another RPG, but not online. I really enjoy the game (as stated in my previous post), but after getting a taste of magic I decided to give it another shot here. I have to sit a rest... a lot, but shooting a couple of fireballs makes up for it. Again, I love the magic.
I'm ready to hand in my sword for a wand. From this point forward it is a mage's life for me in any game that gives me a choice. I realize that we are weak, I know that our armor blows and we carry sticks as weapons. But watching the fire, ice or even webbing that is created by my virtual hands makes the many deaths I'm to have worth each and every one.
Vorash is going to suffer from this. He is a great (but badly dressed) warrior and he will do his duty. He isn't going anyway. He fights with this team. I just know that when I'm is fighting a fierce monster horde as the Night Elf... I'll keep thinking... if only I could use my fireball.
So I went to dinner with Erin, because this would be one of the last times I would see her before she goes to Kearney, so we were chilling when Rebecca's boyfriend said that we should go breathe some fire. We all started egging Erin on, saying that we should breathe fire later that night...
So we did!
We all got down into this small clearing in a well forested park, and Rebecca's boyfriend, Jim, went first, blowing onto the flame, demonstrating how easy it was to do, then Rebecca went, she had done it before also, and she blew easily, producing large flames, then Erin went, a bit shaken at first, but then fell easily into the rhythm of the fire :)
Then next was me, seeing all of them blow without injury, I took some parafin oil into my mouth, and tried to blow it onto the flame, which only resulted with me spitting on it, so I tried again, and got a pretty good flame going! :) The last time I tried though, I got paraffin into the back of my mouth and I gagged it up, so I quit, and let Suzy try, she was a pro her first time!
It was an awesome night, and I would reccommend everybody to try that at least once! :)


