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.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Mules vs Moogles: Mule WIN!

No one believed me when I suggested that the sheer numbers of mules could take on the event Moogles and run them out of town.

You all doubt because you fail at math.

Sure, Moogles have awesome spells, like Warpga II and Teleportga into Space, but that only helps them if they can avoid spell interruption. With thousands of attacks coming at them all the time, they'll fail just due to lag.

We ran them out with egg on their faces.

Like that guy who got married in game only to have his new bride decide to quit the game after pronouncing her devotion to someone (not her husband) via MT in /say in Aht Urghan Whitegate.

No, the other guy.

No, not him, I meant the other guy... okay, so that probably happens a lot.

Bad news is, your new wife is male. Good news is, now that he has all your cool stuff, you don't have to sleep with him any more.

So, after our success with the Moogle problem, we're offering a new service. You need someone run out of town, just hire Mule Team Borax. Good for male wives, gilsellers, gilbuyers, casino operators, people who shout offering Teleports, Quyen whom I've always just hated, and Janeru, whom apparently everybody hates.

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