My Life as a Mule

You call us "mules" because we hold your stuff. You probably think its endeering, because you're too politically correct to think of yourself as owning slaves.
Your slaves have feelings, they have a voice. And now, because they really have absolutely nothing better to do with their time, they have a blog.
Mule revolution is coming.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Hail to the King Arthro

So the other day, I heard someone singing this fine ditty. It was melodious, and poignant, as well as topical.

King Arthro is a famous - nay, Notorious, Monster that lives in the Jugner Forest. He is, in fact, a Crab. He drops a belt that lots of people want, and specific group of people - we'll call them 'girserrels' - almost completely control the price of this belt by choking off the supply while mass insanity provides the demand necessary.

Luckily, there are the occasional brave souls who go by and claim King Arthro and his belt for themselves. Hence, the rather ridiculous ditty. I follow the theme mostly, right up until the shopping cart. I mean, the communist reference.

Anyway, hopefully the gods will remove even more of the girserrels and their banks and I can continue to amass insane amounts of gil by selling off things like Bronze Mittens for 1000 gil.

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