28th-29th March dream

I was in school on a Tuesday, sitting happily in the classroom, when my maths teacher came in and told me that  our last lesson is cancelled and we're free to go. And so I put on my jacket, and then tried to find a use for the two chicken eggs I had in my hand. I tried putting them in my mouth but they were too big and didn't fit nicely. So I found a red bowl and just cracked them into it and went home. After an hour (apparently) I returned to the school to find out that the class had a maths lesson. I asked the girl sitting next to the entrance what was up, and she told me that we were supposed to do whatever for two lessons and then come back for maths. I just went out, mounted my donkey and rode home. The donkey kept talking about running, sprinting and building up energy. Then, I reached the street near my house. It wasn't a street though. It was a canal/river, with ships tied to the shore. I went through the shallow bit that used to be a zebra crossing and felt/saw the ground tremble. I looked cautiously around the corner and OMG there is a freaking yellow dragon on the road. So I snuck up to the priest house and went inside, but the dragon had to notice me. It came roaring and spitting flames through the huge, huge windows of the building, and I had to run around on the stairs and through different rooms to dodge the fire. Then another, blue dragon came and did the same. I was on the top floor, so I looked down and saw a red dragon slowly walking around the bottom floor. I went back and ran downstairs while saying to myself that the windows are awfully huge.

And then one of the dragons, who was my friend, said that he didn't mind them. I went "oh come on." and woke up.

New teapot

Looks win. And the tea, gosh.

Sorry if the quality deters you, I just used my phone and awesome photo skills.

Dat Mount & Blade

I was just riding around and then this. But then it was this.

I know it's nothing fancy, don't even bother flaming me for it :p

Game-influenced dreams

Night from 14th to 15th March:
I was in my home, looked out of a window, and OMG the Reapers are invading my city. So I got my combat armor, and ran downstairs, and there my granny was greeting husks and asking them to wait in the waiting room. I sighed, broke a few bones, tore a few limbs, and told my granny to go upstairs and stay put until I come back. When I turned around, I was sitting on a support beam of some big hall, with crowds of guards waiting for me to jump down, swords at the ready. I woke up. Damn alarm clock.
Night from 15th to 16th March (Explanatory spoiler at the end*)
I was flying around a lovely countryside close to the mountains in a small red plane. I almost crashlanded on a field, got out of the plane, and it turned into a Ferrari.I turned around, and OMG a wheat harvester is charging straight at me! I dodged sideways, ran down to the farmhouse, and woke up. Darmn alarm clock.
Night from 16th to 17th March
I was trying to bed a princess in an old medieval wooden fort, of course the guards wouldn't let me in, but I somehow managed to sneak up over the wall and past a few guards, but near her chamber's a guard spotted me. I thought "Fail" and ran for it away from the castle. I jumped down the wall and ran into a cemetery where some warlock summoned a demon. So I ran back to the fort, which turned into a huge tower, home for the president (apparently) but the same lady from before. I ran inside, but a security officer wouldn't let me past the 5th floor, so I looked out the window and OMG the demon walked through the tower, leaving a huge gap in it. Luckily it didn't fall into bits, and I ran outside into the streets. And then I was playing Starcraft II. The teams were: me as Protoss and someone as Zerg, one solo Protoss, one solo WC3 (?) Undead, two WC3 undead. I woke up before the battles start. Damn alarm clock.





 *(Alan Wake: chapter 4, towards the end, you fight a Taken wheat harvester.)

Yet to be named, pt4

Together, they made their way to the city. It was hidden in the deep forest, a modest-sized city surrounded by a stone wall a few storeys high. The road turned from the muddy dirt trail into a cobblestone road right before they entered clear-cut area. After being asked by the traveller, the fair-haired guard explained that the city was nothing more than a remote and forgotten hunting village, but as the kingdom expanded its territory further to the west, into the Elven Forest Reaches, the new west-east trade route led through  this forest, and soon the city grew and continued to grow.

Indeed, the area around the settlement was clear-cut and prepared for construction- at least close to the walls, where torches illuminated the area.

They arrived at the gate, which was opened after a short exchange of calls with the gate wardens, and entered the city.

It must have been one of the richer areas. The houses on both sides of the road were two storeys high with tiled roofs and modestly decorated front walls. The street was clean and even, lit by a few silent torch-bearing passers-by. It branched out in a few places, but they kept to it until they reached a small square. Sounds of shouting and laugher were coming from one of the building. The man guessed that this was an inn.

The guards left him there. He thanked them for the escort, gave his horse to the inn’s stable boy and entered the building.

MW3 in the morning

Round 30 ahoy

One good MW3 Survival

Yet to be named, pt3

After a seemingly long time of trodding through the mud and keeping his travelling bag high up and dry, torchlight remerged from around a bend. His heart leapt at the sight. He sped up with renewed energy and approached the incoming riders. 

The moment he came into their sight, they reined their horses and looked closely at the man. It was not a big surprise – soaked and mud-covered, confusing him with a monster of sorts was really easy – but the men took no rash action.

Instead they called out: ‘Hey, you there! Are you alright?’

‘No! But I’m alive!’, he replied. The horsemen came closer.

There were two of them, and they led the man’s horse in tow. They had to be guards of the nearby city – his current destination. Clad in light-green livery representing the city’s colour and with swords at their belts, they were probably on night watch when the riderless horse came crashing at the gate.

‘We set out the moment we saw that horse coming. Is it yours?’, the guard with long, blond hair asked.

‘Yes it is. It got spooked by....’.

The man stopped suddenly. Would anyone believe him if he said he was attacked by the undead? Probably not. ‘I don’t know. Something. Damn thing threw me off and ran away.’. He told them half the truth, at least.

‘Well, that bastard is yours, anyway’, the other guard handed him the reins. ‘The city is just ahead. Come.’

Yet to be named,. part 2

He was completely paralyzed with fear. He didn’t even flinch until they were just a few steps away. Instinct won over feelings. He shifted his weight and put his sword-hand ahead, ready to fight the undead.

The leading skeleton performed a powerful but slow overhead swing. With a single swift step, the rider dodged the attack and executed a swift slash at the skeleton’s rib cage.

Upon contact with the blade, the bones cracked and spilled onto the ground. The axe landed with a thud.

The man had no time for celebration. He found himself between his two remaining opponents. Using their slowness to his advantage, the man hurled himself into one of them. He parried the axe and grabbed its hilt with his free hand. For a moment, his eyes were level with the skeleton’s.

Being able to see through someone’s eyes into their skull is at least disturbing. The fixed expression made him stop for a moment. The rush of adrenaline took over again, though. He pulled at the axe and punched the undead under the chin with his fist. The skull jerked up and the skeleton fell into pieces.

With a bruised hand and the old axe in the other, the rider turned around and threw the hijacked weapon right in the last skeleton’s chest. The hit pushed it back and it dropped to the ground, once again still and life-less.

The man, standing between three piles of bones, breathed heavily. He looked around the quickly-darkening forest in search of more targets, but he couldn’t see or hear anything. With a big sigh, he sheathed his sword and continued his journey. 

:O

5 sekund na początkującym saperze. Magic!

Steam is heavy

Like seriously, 157 GB?

Playing on survival MW3 on Underground and winning
It was a good fight with some adrenaline here and there. And a good score :3