Well, I'm not dead.

I'm hanging out with the dead, but I'm not dead myself.

I'm in some sort of morgue -- only, now that I look at it all more carefully, I'm not sure how dead any of these bodies are.

farmermaggot is here, both in spirit and body. Only it looks like he's got a few parts missing... a few parts added... and some parts, well, changed. Very ( Read more... )

Hello?

Anyone around?

It seems very dark here. Very very dark. Dark as a grave.

And cold. Very very cold. Cold as a tomb.

And cramped. Very very cramped. Cramped as a coffin...

Ok, I don't like how this is going at all.

I want answers and I want them now.

I should post what I've been up to these past many monthes. The only problem is, I ain't got the foggiest idea.

I mean, I remember being beat on the head.

Now I'm here.

Not sure where here is, mind you. But here I am.

*Gets up and takes a look around*

My Monster Name
is
Warg

Wargs are big and nasty wolf things that goblins have fun charging around on. Wargs have terrorised Middle Earth since the first age, they’ve been around for so long that might actually have been the Dark Lord’s Dark Lord that initially created them.

The Levenshtein distance between shaggy and Warg is 3.
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I realize it's spam, still, this is an email I just got:

Hey,

I saw your journal on livejournal, you are hot! I thought I say hi. do you have any more pictures!

These are my pics:


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OK... perhaps I did get a little too accepting of my current situation. I mean, I know that I'm in a cage and the eagles all think I've killed and/or did horrible things to Gwai and his kids. And I know that they are just feeding me and treating me nicely in an effort to fatten me up because they are planning on eating me.

But the food is good ( Read more... )

The Warg escaped sometime last night ( Read more... )

An old orc war chant ( Read more... )

Just what kind of bagronk is this? I walk out of my office after working all night and am immediately set upon by Landroval and several of his buub lieutenants who truss me up like some miserable snaga ready for a date with Shelob.

They are going on and on about the Warg eating a guest and how I was responsible. Then someone comes in saying that ( Read more... )

Well, it took all night but I finished it all. Now that big over grown featherduster shouldn't have anything to complain about.

And I didn't get a call from the hospital, so the Warg must be behaving herself, too.

All in all, a great night. Don't you just love it when everything is going your way?