I was longing for the little rabid army men of catfart Grayson, so went to Fujin to stalk the hillside where, not so long ago, interlopers dared not tread. Actually, I dared tread, as I really got a kick out of running away from those dangerous but diminutive soldiers. I don't know how they worked exactly, but if you got too close to their spawn point a bristling horde of them lit out after you, shooting and, ultimately, killing you, unless you managed to hotfoot it out of range. They were able to motate, by gum.
I miss them. Gadzooks, but they were great. Must remember to ask Bunny.
File under: Men, Army, Small + Self, Remind, Bunny, Catfart
Labels: Second Life
posted by - 1:03 AM