Those Shadow Druids never really stood a chance. Sure, it took attacking them head on and regretting it to get it right, but Cernd is a flipping werewolf. It'll take more than bonding your spirit to a magical troll-infested grove to do in a werewolf, that's for sure.
So, my party. Realise it's a bit of a late explanation, and many of you will have figured it out from Facebook (heck, many of you probably attended), but it deserves a retelling. So I emerge bleary-eyed from my room to find Connor, dressed in his bathrobe and a massive grey beard, with an owl under one arm and a magical pimp cane under the other, telling me my magical test has begun and I was needed in the living room. On following I find, to not that much surprise, Natasha dead on the floor. Neither was I surprised when she raised herself off the floor and started attacking me. Connor quickly handed me a plastic short sword (previously seen in a speech on shame culture) and told me to get hacking, so I gave Natasha a few VERY LIGHT blows to the head with the side of the blade. This time I actually WAS surprised to find that this didn't do anything to deter her, and I figured maybe she was just over-exciting and didn't realise zombies die from headshots. However, I was then IMMENSELY surprised and quite deeply afraid to see Connor yell for me to watch myself, and when I turn around a good two social circles' worth of acquaintances were there, zombified as best as a few minutes hasty preparation would allow (it was dark in the hall so to me a simple lurch would have sufficed), coming slowly at me. I'd like to point out at this stage that I hadn't the faintest idea anyone beside my two flatmates were around, I'd spent the past hour or so locked in my room with the music turned up, so this came as a massive surprise. Panicking, I threw my sword at zombie Laura (which she continually reminds me was a bad move survival-wise) and clumsily pulled the doorstop from the door, slamming it shut and putting my weight against it. I'd even have barricaded it with the sofa (which none of the others were expecting at all, thus regaining my honour as a zombie survivalist) had Connor not urgently pulled me away from the door amidst my cries of protest. At the other end of the room we watched the host enter, me with more than a small sense of betrayal, and I made the best barricade I could with the nearby coffee table. At this point Connor reminds me that, having turned 22 (technically I hadn't but I wasn't about to complain) I was capable of magical powers, and thrust the staff into my hands. I made some appropriate spell noises at Natasha, who fell over dead. Now confident I chanted the first spell that came to mind (Expelliarmus, of all things) and watched as the others fell to the ground. Then I got applause, a treasure hunt for my presents, and 36 consecutive shots of Strongbow for not finding them fast enough.
My legs didn't stop shaking the whole time.
It was a truly superb party, one that will not be forgotten. My thanks to all who took part.
Nothing else has really happened this week. ICE reached its conclusion on Wednesday, and then we had more to drink (seriously had too much this week, way too much) and today I got up stupidly early to hand in my translation and flipping clean. The party was great, but cleaning up the debris after? Not so much.
My number of reviews on SquareGo have doubled now, so check them out and get that website counter up! Off home tomorrow, flight's at 9-something, where I plan to bask in the joy of not having to do anything. Oh, and sleeping off this accursed cold I seem to have landed myself with. I drink so much juice, how can my immune system be so bad?!
Oh, and I have a new phone, courtesy of the parents, which is working out pretty well so far. Far more advanced than any other phone I've had before, still a lot of things I don't understand. I'll get there, though, and stop missing calls even though the volume is supposedly turned up to 11.
That's it.
Thanks for reading.
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