Post by Just Richard on Mar 2, 2011 15:01:07 GMT -8
I'm so sick and tired of it all. Just when I think something starts to go right it all falls to pieces. What does that say about my luck. I guess some things don't traverse the endless flow of souls and stories.
Carnival. What a joke. Give some random fool the title to be King for a day. Let the higher-ups play with the lower folk. Give them a day off so to speak. Apparently, a day off means getting nabbed, attacked, and otherwise sent into a royal fuckfest of a frenzy. Oh, and let's not forget the lower folk. Instead of being able to mingle and have a good time with those usually their better, oh no, we are sent to the corners. Told not to worry about it all. Everything should be left to the people who know how to handle it.
Politics. All of it is fucking politics. Because, really, what is better to have in your hand during a war than the clout to say to someone "I'm a Baroness" or "I'm a Duke." Really, that will certainly stop the Zealot of Leopold from burning you on a stake, or keep an infernalist from summoning a demon to eat you. It's a fact that the fucking Queen standing in front of a cult and simply stating, "I'm the Queen of the Kingdom of X" will get them to stop their summoning ritual. It'll put on hold the arrival of the Elder God that's going to drive the masses, all the masses, fucking insane. Am I making clear the depths of my sarcasm here?
Politics can do nothing in war. Only blood and death will stop it all.
So again, I ask, why is Carnival even worth it. I give a few people some laughs by being publicly humiliated in front of my wife even. That was fun, really. Remind me to make a point to never trust a Scathach, unless in battle. Or a Red Cap, unless in battle. I don't appreciate being made an ass. Literally or figuratively. But then we sit around and bullshit the whole night away. Again, why do I attend these things? I should've just taken Sheila away the moment I knew she was there. We could've had a good night out. Go to a club. Dinner. A movie. Anything but there at that cesspool of boredom and politics.
The most interesting thing about life these days. Helen. I thought so much of her before. Now, I'm of the mind that she is worse than Ulrim. At least Ulrim didn't dangle hopes of going out and killing dragons, orcs, and other creatures of evil in the dreaming. At least with Ulrim, I knew my placement was useless. With Helen, I'm given hopes and dreams of being useful. But then at the moment of action what happens? She flutters off and leaves me sitting with my thumb up my ass, as usual.
Oh, and let's not forget the "Mighty Countess" Elaine. For a Fiona she sure has a short leash. Sitting around, letting the Ailil have a grand old time, the "acting" leader of our lovely little County. Oh, sorry, now it's a Barony with Lenka gone. Honestly, a Countess should step up and take the lead. Take some initiative. Show some fucking backbone. A Fiona Countess should do all those as well as slap the stupid bitch of a Baroness across her fucking face. Or better yet, stick her with a fucking sword. She's useless either way. Better to let her sit it out living the days as a human. She'll be better at it than most.
Fuck. It. All.
The only thing keeping me from leaving this place is my debt to Lenka. Which grows smaller and smaller by the day. Hey, maybe if he's dead I can leave. Go to New York. Mab at least has some fun. Hell, Cali's Queen is batshit insane, go there. Anything but this shithole. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be exiled because of what I'm doing to Erzabeth's tree here. Think she'll notice the nice blade-shaped hole I'm working into it? At least, I'd get to yell back at her. Something to light a fire up my ass.
Light, I'm bored. It's reaching an all time low. I don't even know what Bridgette will be able to do to make things worth it. Maybe a night on the town or a night or two in the dreaming. Hell, maybe we can go looking for Dagon. Sure, we'll both lose our sanity, but that's something right?
Looking back inside it seems like I made a mistake letting that weird pooka in. Seems to be some sort of trouble with him. Oh well, doesn't concern me and it will most likely be taken care of without my assistance. You know what, with nothing going on here I think I might use Muninn to his fullest ability. Hmm, where to focus. I guess the inside of my hat works. Black, poignant, and more interesting than a lot of what goes on here. So Muninn, do your thing.
Carnival. What a joke. Give some random fool the title to be King for a day. Let the higher-ups play with the lower folk. Give them a day off so to speak. Apparently, a day off means getting nabbed, attacked, and otherwise sent into a royal fuckfest of a frenzy. Oh, and let's not forget the lower folk. Instead of being able to mingle and have a good time with those usually their better, oh no, we are sent to the corners. Told not to worry about it all. Everything should be left to the people who know how to handle it.
Politics. All of it is fucking politics. Because, really, what is better to have in your hand during a war than the clout to say to someone "I'm a Baroness" or "I'm a Duke." Really, that will certainly stop the Zealot of Leopold from burning you on a stake, or keep an infernalist from summoning a demon to eat you. It's a fact that the fucking Queen standing in front of a cult and simply stating, "I'm the Queen of the Kingdom of X" will get them to stop their summoning ritual. It'll put on hold the arrival of the Elder God that's going to drive the masses, all the masses, fucking insane. Am I making clear the depths of my sarcasm here?
Politics can do nothing in war. Only blood and death will stop it all.
So again, I ask, why is Carnival even worth it. I give a few people some laughs by being publicly humiliated in front of my wife even. That was fun, really. Remind me to make a point to never trust a Scathach, unless in battle. Or a Red Cap, unless in battle. I don't appreciate being made an ass. Literally or figuratively. But then we sit around and bullshit the whole night away. Again, why do I attend these things? I should've just taken Sheila away the moment I knew she was there. We could've had a good night out. Go to a club. Dinner. A movie. Anything but there at that cesspool of boredom and politics.
The most interesting thing about life these days. Helen. I thought so much of her before. Now, I'm of the mind that she is worse than Ulrim. At least Ulrim didn't dangle hopes of going out and killing dragons, orcs, and other creatures of evil in the dreaming. At least with Ulrim, I knew my placement was useless. With Helen, I'm given hopes and dreams of being useful. But then at the moment of action what happens? She flutters off and leaves me sitting with my thumb up my ass, as usual.
Oh, and let's not forget the "Mighty Countess" Elaine. For a Fiona she sure has a short leash. Sitting around, letting the Ailil have a grand old time, the "acting" leader of our lovely little County. Oh, sorry, now it's a Barony with Lenka gone. Honestly, a Countess should step up and take the lead. Take some initiative. Show some fucking backbone. A Fiona Countess should do all those as well as slap the stupid bitch of a Baroness across her fucking face. Or better yet, stick her with a fucking sword. She's useless either way. Better to let her sit it out living the days as a human. She'll be better at it than most.
Fuck. It. All.
The only thing keeping me from leaving this place is my debt to Lenka. Which grows smaller and smaller by the day. Hey, maybe if he's dead I can leave. Go to New York. Mab at least has some fun. Hell, Cali's Queen is batshit insane, go there. Anything but this shithole. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be exiled because of what I'm doing to Erzabeth's tree here. Think she'll notice the nice blade-shaped hole I'm working into it? At least, I'd get to yell back at her. Something to light a fire up my ass.
Light, I'm bored. It's reaching an all time low. I don't even know what Bridgette will be able to do to make things worth it. Maybe a night on the town or a night or two in the dreaming. Hell, maybe we can go looking for Dagon. Sure, we'll both lose our sanity, but that's something right?
Looking back inside it seems like I made a mistake letting that weird pooka in. Seems to be some sort of trouble with him. Oh well, doesn't concern me and it will most likely be taken care of without my assistance. You know what, with nothing going on here I think I might use Muninn to his fullest ability. Hmm, where to focus. I guess the inside of my hat works. Black, poignant, and more interesting than a lot of what goes on here. So Muninn, do your thing.