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Nattrún
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I dreamt I was Unnur.
Yeah, that's right, I dreamt I was one of my DAoC characters, the healer with the huge hammers. I was in Hibernia, for some reason, and I was being pestered by an annoying lucradan. Those of you who've played Hibernia know what I mean - this intensely aggravating little guy who keeps running around... well, being annoying. This one was ribbing me for my hammers, going, 'Oooh, ye think ye're hard, do ye? Go on, show us ye're hard! Go on!' and so on.
There were lots of other people around from various realms, and everyone was lying around in the grass - maybe we were all exhausted after RvRing, I dunno. Anyway. I got really fed up of the damned annoying bugger, and got up and whacked it with my biggest hammer. It flew a few metres back, but kept going, 'Ach, me father whacks me harder than that! Ye big girl's blouse!' And it kept coming back and annoying me.
So in the end I yanked a helmet off a nearby dwarf, stunned the lucradan and placed it on top of the pointy end of the helmet, then took a mighty swing. The lucradan flew for literally hundreds of metres. I could hear it in the air, sounding dazed, going, 'Oooh! NOW we're talkin'!'
The assorted onlookers perked up at this, and I realised I'd just invented golf.
Then I woke up.
So. Tell me about your DAoC dreams. Or tell me how on crack I am for dreaming something like that.
Yeah, that's right, I dreamt I was one of my DAoC characters, the healer with the huge hammers. I was in Hibernia, for some reason, and I was being pestered by an annoying lucradan. Those of you who've played Hibernia know what I mean - this intensely aggravating little guy who keeps running around... well, being annoying. This one was ribbing me for my hammers, going, 'Oooh, ye think ye're hard, do ye? Go on, show us ye're hard! Go on!' and so on.
There were lots of other people around from various realms, and everyone was lying around in the grass - maybe we were all exhausted after RvRing, I dunno. Anyway. I got really fed up of the damned annoying bugger, and got up and whacked it with my biggest hammer. It flew a few metres back, but kept going, 'Ach, me father whacks me harder than that! Ye big girl's blouse!' And it kept coming back and annoying me.
So in the end I yanked a helmet off a nearby dwarf, stunned the lucradan and placed it on top of the pointy end of the helmet, then took a mighty swing. The lucradan flew for literally hundreds of metres. I could hear it in the air, sounding dazed, going, 'Oooh! NOW we're talkin'!'
The assorted onlookers perked up at this, and I realised I'd just invented golf.
Then I woke up.
So. Tell me about your DAoC dreams. Or tell me how on crack I am for dreaming something like that.