Hey, @Jim1, long time no see. You want to farm me? Come at me will you, halloween’s the time when I laugh the hardest! (you will find out it is also the time when a part of me internally cowers in fear, though it searches the sky with its ‘eyes’ to meet the glow of the halloween moon.)
Shows his fingers’ muscles from continued wiki contributions. They should be able to make anyone kick the bucket (useful for discord). Luckily, they can also be ‘disabled’ for more appropriate use elsewhere (forums). Unfortunately, this occasionally means I have to get tech savvy, having to get a new computer or mobile phone (some kind of magic devices) up and running.
Jim brings out the banhammer - which I can’t remember to have given anyone permission to use, having been beaten by them and others many times over and over (which may or may not relieve me of certain types of moods).
Unintelligible echoes of horrific pain, anguish and other suffering begin to be spread from above Asura’s altar (and some faint noise resonates from the altar - whether it comes from Asura and what it means is yet to be discovered) while my body is mashed into the ground with an immeasurable force.
Luckily, I can’t be banned and have also been blessed by Asura -whereas Jim’s not (yet). The banhammer turns out to be quite useless outside of farming Chosen of Asura-. I ‘almost’ instantly respawn one or another spot nearby (whether it makes any sense is reserved for another day in the history of the Conan universe).
Unintelligible echoes of horrific pain, anguish and other suffering continue to echoe in the Exiled Lands for a time unknown by barbarian-kind.
Hey, Jim
You look exhausted! What’s gotten into you?
Jim replies something along the lines of “I … … … farm… you. Give me-”.
His voice lowers as he takes out a weapon of immense power and throws himself upon me.
For some reason, this feels familiar.
I gently lose conciousness. The question what it was he wanted lingers, but is blown out like a candle by a heavy hit of something flat and really sturdy. When I open my eyes for a last moment, I can see the glow of the regular moon, with the shadow of something mystical sparking an idea: the knowledge that there will be another Chosen of Asura. (you will find out that they also have a similair experience, which may or may not be told somewhere, to someone, in the -not so- far future)
