paradisalost | (no subject)

When a forest is destroyed by a natural disaster, it grows back again years later much healthier and stronger than it was before.

Or, rather, when a wall is destroyed by a giant invisible spirit, it grows back nicer.

The fact that I'm bothering to point this out to myself proves that I've been here far too long. Next thing, I'll start talking to myself and eventually go insane. I'm thrilled, really, I am.

{ random doodles of generic figures in two-sword fighting stances }

The standings have changed. Three present to four absent.
I have yet to determine whether or not the change is in my favor.

I need a drink.

He's gone. Can't say I'll miss him. At least I won't have to worry about what to do if I run into him in a hallway or something. How to converse with the man who killed you--now there's a tough one.

I'd say that I'm bored, but then I'd be chided by every other do-gooder here. Not my idea of excitement.

I wonder if that Loz guy is as good as his brother.

Still no swords. I'd give up if it weren't for the fact that they have to be somewhere. Wouldn't make sense, otherwise.