Lazy Bastards of the Old Republic.
Apr. 14th, 2012 10:06 amSo the BF and I have taken up playing Star Wars: The Old Republic. It's PRETTY GREAT if you like this kind of game, and I really like this kind of game. However, while he's off asleep and I don't want to outlevel him, because we're rocking as a pair cross-galaxy, I hang out on my Bounty Hunter ship and be lazy.
"Mako, we're out of brazing flux. Can you pick some up at the store for me? Thanks."
"Oh, Gault. Hey. There's this swirling nebula deep in the heart of the galaxy. Nobody's ever returned alive. I hear they have metals there. Take this shuttle ticket. See you in an hour."
"Torian, sweetie, do you like guns? Good. Here's a large pile of random metals and plastics. Make me a gun. When you're done I'll take it apart and see what I can learn from it. Thank you, hair boy."
Then I put my feet up on the dashboard and watch some ponies for a half hour while they run around and construct things.
None of them can call me on this bullshittery because I own a wrist-mounted flamethrower.
It's fantastic.
"Mako, we're out of brazing flux. Can you pick some up at the store for me? Thanks."
"Oh, Gault. Hey. There's this swirling nebula deep in the heart of the galaxy. Nobody's ever returned alive. I hear they have metals there. Take this shuttle ticket. See you in an hour."
"Torian, sweetie, do you like guns? Good. Here's a large pile of random metals and plastics. Make me a gun. When you're done I'll take it apart and see what I can learn from it. Thank you, hair boy."
Then I put my feet up on the dashboard and watch some ponies for a half hour while they run around and construct things.
None of them can call me on this bullshittery because I own a wrist-mounted flamethrower.
It's fantastic.
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