Chronicles of Huntress - Part 0

Here I am, a hot Elf, waiting for some action that I can then tell you about in my Chronicles.

This is fookin' ridiculous. Every night, I'm looking for some healthy killing of monsters and beasts, the taking of treasure, the exciting exploration of a make believe world. You know, all that good stuff.

But,

the idiot that controls me, Mister Schmeckl, hasn't even logged into the game to have me do anything. So, I'm bored, lonely and waiting for action. (Slick Rick, don't get any ideas.)

Plus, it's tiring for me to wait around. At any given moment that I'm standing around, apparently, I'm holding five large bags. Each bag contains 15 types of items. Some of the items are 20 of this or ten of that. So, I'm holding a lot of stuff. Of course, that's while I have my two uber attack knives, my Legendary Bow and an invisible quiver that has an unlimited supply of arrows with a special Light Oil applied to them that doesn't make them do anything practical. It's just a stupid thing for my puppeteer, Mister Schmeckl. When I shoot something, the graphic is kinda neat and the arrows make a cool noise.

Well, the last thing I did was fight all the way through Moria, literally. I snuck past some creatures and battled mighty ones. I did this so that I could get to the other side, exit Moria and enter Lothlorien. The problem is that the Elves in Lothlorien won't let me in. Apparently, even though I'm some uber powerful Elf Hunter, now I need to go and earn their trust. Sheesh!

Oh, and one other thing. I'm now using my camera. I'm going to take pictures of myself, as a tourist, all around the parts of Middle Earth where they'll let me in. Then I can show you all the places I've been.

If that stupid ass, Mister Schmeckl, ever gets to it, I'll start putting together my photo album for you to see.

Until next time, the bored and lonely,

---Huntress