| Ranger 70% Combativeness, 53% Sneakiness, 29% Intellect, 75% Spirituality |
| Combative, stealthy, and spiritual; you are a Ranger! Rangers are the warriors of the woodlands. Stealthy, skilled in combat, and capable of casting spells, they are fearsome opponents and skilled hunters. Rangers are usually accompanied by an animal companion and have a tendency to either use a bow, or to wield a melee weapon in each hand. Sneaky, aggressive, and faithful, though not overly inclined towards that “book learning,” you’re probably a pretty dangerous person when you want to be. You may be a staunch defender of the forests, but I don’t trust you. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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This was a pretty accurate test for me. I play a Hunter in World of Warcraft. It is the same as a Ranger in D&D.
I found this to be incredibly amusing. This is the product of Geeks with raging hormones and WAY too much time on their hands. They have put together their own little dirty music video and its funny as hell. You have to have flash to watch it but its worth it.
This has got to be one of my favorite online games. I never get tired of playing it. When I went to visit mom and dad last month before they left the old place, I actually showed it to Logan and now he is hooked on it too. I’m sure Matt is not so pleased with me right now.
This is a picture of Brian after beating me at racquetball. He had no choice but to win because World of Warcraft was at stake. Just like in life, there are no free rides here. Brian told me today that he wants to start playing World of Warcraft because all of his geeky buddies at work are playing it. The game costs $50 and it’s going to cost $200 a year in addition to that because of the montly service fee. Obviously, this is going to be a much larger expense than we are prepared to tackle. Specially after having paid a huge sum of money to Uncle Sam. I mean, I wouldn’t even let him get Ogame Commander back in our Ogame playing days. And that was only $3 a month!
Not wanting to just say no out-right, I posed the following challenge: beat me at racquetball today and you can have your game for one year. Once the year is up, we will have to reevaluate naturally. Anyway, I was pretty confident that I would win. I failed to take desperation into account, though.
Brian gave it his all and took me to the third game. He beat me 15-13. I cannot whine, because he beat me fair and square. Some of his strategies were questionable, but what can you do? He is desperate.
I hope he enjoys his game because now we don’t have any grocery money! Someone donate to us!
So I was craving all you can eat crab legs for several weeks now and the other day I came across an ad for King’s Buffet in Splurge mag so, naturally, I talk Brian into going with me. Brian, the good son that he is, decided to invite his parents to go with us. Brace yourself for this experience.
We get there around 6 pm and, on a December evening when most restos are packed filled with people, when there are absolutely no cars in the parking lot you have to worry. I had second thoughts right then. I mean, three hundred thousand Wichitans can’t be wrong. Right?
Instincts told me this was a bad idea. But did I listen? Of course not.
On the drive home, Brian shared that he felt the same way and almost asked if we could go somewhere else. I asked him why he didn’t and he said that I had my heart set on a crab legs pig out and he was afraid to upset me. Bless his heart.
I told him that I had doubts about the place upon our arrival there also and would not have questioned it one bit. So I told him to feel free to protest in the future, next time I drag him to some place new, and not worry about upsetting me because I will totally understand.
I will leave Brian to describe the food since he will be writing a review of this place. Suffice it to say, everyone hated the place. After trying their food, it was no surprise why there weren’t any cars in the parking lot. We felt so bad for dragging Brian’s parents to the place that we went ahead and paid for their meal. It was just the right thing to do.
You’re probably wondering how the crab legs were. Well, if you were in the middle of the Sahara and you hadn’t had any water for four weeks then you’d probably drink mud. The experience was like a bad papercut. You don’t really feel the pain until much later.
For those of you who don’t grasp metaphors too well, let me spell it out. There were some crab legs that were alright, and there were some that were down-right questionable and gross. While it was nice to be able to satisfy my craving, I really don’t appreciate the sick feeling that I have in my stomach right now that is keeping me awake.
I have this weird feeling in my stomach and I can’t decide if I want to poop or puke. It’s really weird and I’ve never really felt this way before. This must be what shellfish poisoning is like?
Anyway, I tried to go to the bathroom last night. I sat there playing Hot Shots Golf
So anyway, the moral of this story is: Never ever eat cheap crab legs. If you want crab legs, go to Red Lobster or something. Seriously. Being cheap will only make you sick.
