Forgot to post last night. Yeah. This is gonna be a tough habit to change.
7°!
Hey! There are 2 stars in this picture! How did I not see the second star while I was out there!?
It's 7° on the Front Porch! My pants are still trying to thaw out after 15 minutes back inside. BRRR! The slies are fair, the winds are variable 7 mph, and the humidity is 39%. Well no wonder my fingers are screaming at me. So many splits, typing this is uncomfortable. And forget about gaming! Poor Geralt. I've stood him up so many times he won't wanna dispatch spiders with me anymore. That reminds me! Never get too confident in your games. I am at the end game with Witcher 3. So I'm finishing up the last few side quests trying to level up to at least 30, which may not be possible what with the amount of experience I'm getting being pathetically low. Anyway, I confidently take on a couple of cannibals who looked at least 60 years old. These two are living alone in an abandoned village, which makes me wonder where everyone went, and doubt their claims of being "weak and frail". The battle is ON! Guess what? They had the dreaded RED SKULL dangling over their heads when the fight started. I, in my confidence, think, "No problem. I've dispatched many Red Skulls during this game." Let me tell ya, this particular sexagenarian couple promptly made short work of me, to my complete and utter horror. I haven't died in hours and hours of game play!!! WTH!!!! Restart saved game (I love F5! Save anytime!) gear-up, juice-up and oil the blades for round 2. Geralt wins this time, but the confidence is shook good!
It's 7° on the Front Porch! My pants are still trying to thaw out after 15 minutes back inside. BRRR! The slies are fair, the winds are variable 7 mph, and the humidity is 39%. Well no wonder my fingers are screaming at me. So many splits, typing this is uncomfortable. And forget about gaming! Poor Geralt. I've stood him up so many times he won't wanna dispatch spiders with me anymore. That reminds me! Never get too confident in your games. I am at the end game with Witcher 3. So I'm finishing up the last few side quests trying to level up to at least 30, which may not be possible what with the amount of experience I'm getting being pathetically low. Anyway, I confidently take on a couple of cannibals who looked at least 60 years old. These two are living alone in an abandoned village, which makes me wonder where everyone went, and doubt their claims of being "weak and frail". The battle is ON! Guess what? They had the dreaded RED SKULL dangling over their heads when the fight started. I, in my confidence, think, "No problem. I've dispatched many Red Skulls during this game." Let me tell ya, this particular sexagenarian couple promptly made short work of me, to my complete and utter horror. I haven't died in hours and hours of game play!!! WTH!!!! Restart saved game (I love F5! Save anytime!) gear-up, juice-up and oil the blades for round 2. Geralt wins this time, but the confidence is shook good!
WHOA! I gotta go to work!!
May all your games, what ever form they take, continue to challenge you! Otherwise, what's the point?
Toodles!
