Fuck YOU!

Hmm, Can you tie my laces?

Hello my sinners, How has your day been?

I was woken up at four thirty in the morning by a fire truck. I tend to get very paranoid when the police are around, so my first thought was that my mother was very low and that the paramedics were called in. A few seconds later I realized that there was no movement in the house, that disturbed me. My grandmother always wakes at three so paranoia to the max.

A truck hit the neighbor across the streets' mailbox, no damage it was one of the cheap plastic ones, it'll slide back on. but somehow the idiots went careening across the street back to my side, at one point they where airborne and basically drove on top of a brand fucking new convertible.  They then slammed into the neighbors' two houses down mailbox, I couldn't see it, all that was left was the post.

The idiots then hit the house three doors down, cracked the siding. There is no way in the name of the shining seven that they where wearing seat belts, the man must have stumbled out of the flipped truck, The woman was thrown from it, hell she was in between two houses.

So I went out there later on to look around and I of course didn't have shoes on so I had t pick glass out of my feet when I got back home. Well the homegame of BESM went pretty good. We had a ninja, a tech genius, two gun bunnies, a samurai, and me a sorceress. My character is the great great great great to the three hundred and seventy-second power granddaughter of Morgana Le Fey. Very fun character, my initiative was always the lowest, no surprise there.

In the campaign we are thrown sixty years into the future, Merlin has sealed all magic from the world with a spell which is referenced as the hell gate, Only those with immense power where still able to cast and even then it was a fraction of their power.

We are level four but only have two levels of our favored class, The Dm doesn't like that my caster level is five for most spells and seven for evocation.

Well in the name of the Shining Seven Goodnight.

- Daniel Devereux