There has been some gremlin chatter in emberlight. They say that their moorcraft contacts feel disturbances in the Kat magic. That or every other event other than Halloween and interest has cycled since the last one so it is either going to be Halloween or the confrontaction.
What do you guys think will be next, or hope for. Personally I'm hoping that I'll be able to beat a BKC out of margel this time.
I sense a confrontation
I don't like taking my Seraphynx to places where Spookats and Grimalkins dwell. His inferior, new-age kat magic has little to no effect on them and I fear that being surrounded by deathly felines will only show him the futility of his simple, purring life. It's bad for his seralph-esteem. Yarn has already ceased to elate him.
Kats don't have souls, even in death they are all bound to this plane forever and cannot move on. How would your future seem if all you had to look forward to was floating around in a dark meowsoleum, coughing up scareballs, hissing obscenities and chomping strange butts? Your only way of keeping occupied throughout your translucent eternity, in the rare and fleeting moments of overwhelming lucidity you are gifted with (...cursed with?), is to bite buns of people who shoot space guns at you.
I suppose his life isn't really any better than his death would be, I refuse to feed him anything but Blaze Peppers and Corrosive Acid. Though would the canned horse slurry we dare to call "Fancy Feast" really be a welcomed change? It's all industrial waste and elephant repellent either way.
It is therefore my personal theory that Kats (the spoopy, the sphynxy, and the grim) are ultimately all the victims of the same shared, grisly demise: a combination of food poisoning and malnutrition - runners up being FIV and kidney failure.
This is why they hate the bottoms of the living, because we were too lazy to get off of them and go to the store to get them country fried steak and fine imported cheeses. You might think to place these delicacies on the graves of our precious, departed mow-mows in present-day to "make up" for your faux-pas against their four-paws but I assure you it's too late for that. Being perpetually rump-hunted from beyond the grave is the prize we get for our eleven-to-eighteen-years-lifespan of selfishness. All that half-ass will cost you your whole ass.
Mind your posteriors or you gon'git chomped.
Hmm, let's see how many Elite Orbs I have...
sees 12 Elite Orbs all bound in inventory, all from Twins runs
Yep, I'm ready for the Kataclysm this October. Or should I say... Oktober?
FINALLY! I WON'T MISS THE KAT EVENTS THIS TIME!
Let me check my schedule for the 7 days of grinding needed.
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Unfortunately, i'm free.
I didn't know that the citizens of Emberlight visited the forums, that's what I think. Have they been stealing cookies and using vending machines all day?