In my defense I have no defense.

[splinterself]

CHARACTERS: Dirk Strider (splinterself) and various and sundry other people who can speak for themselves.
DATE: The 20th, thus allowing for people to tag into both. Huzzah.
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: I joked about a bunch of horrified level 1-2 people staring at the level for the dungeon before going off and getting e-beers. I was encouraged. Also, I'm starting with prose just because that's how I roll with intro posts, but brackets are strongly encouraged if that's what makes your soul happy.

...and after some stuff which doesn't particularly matter Dirk was staring at the level info for Δ Choosing Superior Offerings. Level 11 temple dungeon? He'd get his ass kicked.

In time he would go back and deal with this issue, go find people to team up with, whatever. But for now? Now? Goddamn.

So he turned to the nearest person who looks plausibly lost, alarmed, bemused, or other such reactions and said, "Hey. I don't know about you but I'm tired of dungeons right now. Know where a guy can get a drink?"

Comments

[mercuryangel]

It was a valid question. She had checked the area, and her own level was close to (or significantly higher than) that area's...

"I think so. I'm not about to go anywhere alone, though."

[splinterself]

"Then you oughta come join me if you've got nothing better to do. I'm not going anywhere near it." Shades properly cleaned, he placed them back in their rightful spot.

[mercuryangel]

That's all right. I'll just find other people to go with me. There are probably people that want to go, but can't handle the area yet.

[splinterself]

Alright. Good luck with that.