Inside every live role-player there's a fighter

I like to think that inside every live roleplayer there's a fighter. Even though you use rubberized swords and hold your blows, you do get an insight in fighting and how a person's defence is. No matter how crappy you are in fighting.

I'd like to think that when I'm outdoors at night and some mischevous little bastard thinks he can take advantage of me, I'll kick his ass until he begs me to stop. Buying that suede miniskirt only emphasizes that feeling (hehe). All I need now is that whip I've been drooling over.

NoKey's still in bed, he's been ill and coughing a lot so when I got out at eight I just cuddled him and slipped out of the bedroom. In the meantime, I finished the Scot's pirate trousers that were too small for him, and am now getting started on two more pirate trousers. I hope to finish them.
Yesterday I set my goal at three cloaks but since NoKey started working on the tarantula staff for Sasara, I helped him out and only got to finish one. My staff is going nicely. Two layers of latex on it already, the spider cut and refined. If I don't watch it I'll do this far more often and spend loads of money on my weapons too because it's so much fun.