Most of this entry isn’t as much about my progress or frustrations in the game, as it is about some weird things I have been thinking about concerning the game. I have been doing a lot of writing and doodling about some of the things I have been writing for my personal enjoyment, and one thing I always found strange was just explaining how the hell armor and weapons are fit to size of a particular race or how weapons magically shrink and expand.

If you are a Taru and EVER wielded a great sword, you will kind of know what I am talking about. If you don’t but are a Taru, try this: equip a great sword and then engage in an enemy and see the size difference! I could equate it to something rather perverse, but I would rather not…

And what about the wyvern helm? One of the ingredients is for a wyvern skull that drops off of Hurricane Wyverns that, if I am not mistaken, are able to swallow a Taru in one gulp. So, how the heck can a Taru fit that thing on their head without being crushed by it? I already came up with an explanation for that, but I think I will be pelted by hardcore DRG lovers if I told them that maybe their pet could one day end up on the head of some large headed Taru melee trying to up their damage a little more than a toothpick stabbing into your foot (which actually hurts if you do it hard enough).

Anyway, I was going to write about BRD, BLM, and um… stuff… but… now I think I am going to be running away after seeing blood spurting out after watching Grey’s Anatomy (I don’t usually watch TV; I was just here with my laptop trying to write). Yes, I am squeamish. BLECH!