S I beat Kingdoms of Amalur : The Re-Reckoning – Fatesworn.

Big fucking deal. It’s just a goddamned game. But whatever.

This is what I have instead of a life, folks. Enjoy.

The final fight was very impressive and seemed impossible when I first tried it and got my ass kicked ten ways from Sunday.

But then I figured out the trick of it and after that it was simple. And not that difficult. Had to fight pretty hard but that’s all for the good.

It’s the climactic fight of the whole game where you face off an evil “not quite a goddess but almost as powerful as one” entity with the fate of all of Amalur hanging in the balance, and so on.

Villains always have such grandiose schemes. Just once I would love to see a villain whose big plan is to steal enough money so they can open up a really top rate café.

Or finally have the best dish at their church’s weekly potluck dinner.

Or even just to get stinking rich. Lots of ways to do that which don’t involve dressing up in silly costumes and going toe to toe with people with laser beam eyes.

If villains could restrict themselves to these modest and achievable goals they would never get into conflict with the forces of good at all.

But no, it has to be ruling and/or destroying the world. Like they are trying to force the world to discipline them like a child lashing out.

But I digress.

I’m now in the post-victory part of the game. There’s a fair number of quests that only pop up once you have beaten the main plot, and I am sort of dawdling along through those for now, but I don’t know how much longer I will do that.

Because I am honestly pretty sick of being a mage. My character is crazy powerful now and cause a meteor to fall from the sky (fire) or send an ice storm to follow an enemy around (ice) or send out a shockwave of electricity to fry any enemies who dare to come near me (lightning) and I am ready to try something new.

And it’s true that I could reset my current character by having all his skill and ability points refunded and turn her (yes, her) into a totally different character, but meh.

When I start over it’s because I want a fresh start. So even if I reset and turned myself into a big beefy barbarian babe, it would still be the same ol mage to me.

So I will probably start a new character next time I play. These post-victory quests are cool and all but not enough to keep me playing a character I have grown tired of.

And on my second playthrough I will do my best to slow down and smell the roses. By which I mean, do less rushing through the main quests and a lot more exploring the side quests in search of content I have not yet experienced.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

More after the break.

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I’m losing my mind

Reality error. Please reboot and restore from backups.

Because reality is really not making sense to me right now.

I went to check when my appointment for wound care is tomorrow. Apparently, I have been switched back to twice a week for no reason I can comprehend.

Anyhow, I went into Thunderbird to check the schedule they emailed to me, only to find out the email had completely vanished.

I searched for it in all my subfolders and it is just plain gone. Like it never exist. It’s not in the spam folder, the trash folder, the replies folder, and everywhere else.

Not there. What the actual fuck.

Oh, but that’s not nearly insanity provoking enough because my reply to that email is still there. So I have proof of the damned thing existing.

But the reply doesn’t contain the attachment so I still have no schedule.

And that’s pretty fucked up. But there is so much more fuck to up. (Up to fuck?).

Because when I replied to the email address that sent me the schedule, it bounced.

No such email address. What the downtown Judy Brown is up with that??

So now I am in what a wonderfully odd fellow named James^[1] calls a “spinwarp”. I have so far been entirely unable to come up with a theory to explain how the frick all of this could have happened.

And as patient readers know, I am very good at theories. They usually emanate from me like infrared radiation. I can come up with theories as easily as fish get wet.

But not this time. Maybe when I calm down and am no longer in an agitated state about the whole thing, all will become clear.

Right now. though, I am freaking out.

And now I am going to have to get up at 8:30 AM to call Community Care and ask them, hat in hand, when my appointment today is.

Reminds me way too much of those nightmares I had as a teenager and into my early twenties where I was in my high school and classes had starting fifteen minutes ago but I didn’t know what class I was supposed to be in because my schedule was in my locker and I had forgotten my locker combination yet again and I was dreading having to go to the front office and ask the secretaries there because they were getting extremely bitchy about it because of people who just never bothered to learn their locker combination because why bother when they can just ask the secretaries?

And so in the dreams I was wandering the halls of my high school trying desperately to remember either what class I should be in or my locked combination.

I am experiencing that same kind of stress right now, only my situation is way less plausible than my old nightmares.

Remember, stories have to make sense. Reality doesn’t.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.