I know a lot of you are wondering why I'm being so nice to Shaman lately. It's not like me to be so kind.
But you have to understand that Shaman is my best friend.
Hell, he's my only friend.
I'd do anything for that guy.
Okay... Shaman and his Black Mage buddies help me do some BCNMs to make gil. These pointy subligars don't come cheap you know.
If I don't fix him and soon, I'm going to be flat broke and not be able to purchase armor.
And since I don't think anyone wants to see me running around Yhoator with no pants on, I've got to get Shaman back on his feet.
If I have to be nice to do that, then so be it. I'll murder a few extra morons tomorrow to balance it out.
After some gentle persuasion (and me pulling out my sword), we decided it might be good for him to join a support group.
If this didn't fix him, I don't know what would.
I walked him over to the meeting and wished him good luck.
GoblinShaman>> You're not coming in?
GoblinSmithy>> I'm not the one with the problem.
GoblinShaman>> Are you sure you...
GoblinSmithy>> OKAY, KNOCK IT OFF!!!
GoblinSmithy>> I DO NOT HAVE A RAGE PROBLEM!!!
GoblinShaman>> I was just asking if you wanted to go with me.
GoblinShaman>> You know, like support.
GoblinSmithy>> Uh... NO.
GoblinSmithy>> Now, just toddle in there and get fixed.
GoblinSmithy>> Yell, cry, hug each other...
GoblinShaman>> I really don't want to go in there alone.
I was struck by an internal conflict.
On one side was my intense hatred of people and having to listen to stupid people.
On the other was my fondness for having money to buy luxuries such as food and clothing.
Hatred of people.
Fondness for pants.
How does a man make such a decision?
GoblinShaman>> I think they have free donuts.
GoblinSmithy>> Free donuts?
GoblinSmithy>> Sure, I'll go with you.
GoblinSmithy>> Gotta support my best friend, you know.
GoblinShaman>> I'm touched.
GoblinSmithy>> I get donuts and you get touched.
And with that, we stepped into Shaman's first meeting...
Five minutes later, we stepped out of Shaman's first meeting.
GoblinSmithy>> Good meeting.
GoblinSmithy>> You fixed yet?
GoblinShaman>> I can't believe you just did that.
GoblinShaman>> You stabbed a guy in the neck.
GoblinSmithy>> Good times.
GoblinShaman>> You're insane.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh, he was asking for it.
GoblinSmithy>> He was a gilbuyer.
GoblinShaman>> THIS IS A GILBUYER MEETING!
GoblinSmithy>> I know.
GoblinSmithy>> It's like shooting fish in a barrel.
GoblinShaman>> YOU CAN'T DO THAT!
GoblinShaman>> IT'S WRONG!
GoblinSmithy>> If killing gilbuyers is wrong, I don't want to be right.
He kind of stormed off after that.
I guess the meeting just wasn't for him.
Maybe it was that gobbie bomb I lobbed into the crowd.
Man, that got messy.
Good donuts, though.