Ask A Stupid Question...
It seems Pathfinder has discovered the internet.
At first, I thought it would be kind of funny. You know, with him flooding the Beastmaster forums with "OMGBEEZIZLEET!" threads.
And then it happened.
He somehow managed to order a copy of the Brady guide to FFXI.
*ominous crash of thunder*
You'd think this might make him smarter, right?
Have you ever read the Brady guide?
Not only is he as dumb as usual, but now, he walks around all day asking stupid questions.
GoblinPathfinder>> Why aren't there any female Galkas?
GoblinPathfinder>> Why do they call it aggro?
GoblinPathfinder>> Does anyone actually use the deodorize spell?
It's enough to drive me crazy.
And coming from a homicidal serial killer, that's pretty damned bad.
Today, Shaman and I were heading to Davoi. I really needed a new axe, so I decided to go visit my old friend Tigerbane Bakdak.
Except replace "visit" with "murder".
What? Those axes are expensive.
Besides, doing it this way involves three of my favorite hobbies:
1) not spending my money
2) stabbing things
3) stabbing orcs
Seriously, if we stopped and pick up some alcohol on the way, this would have been a hell of a party.
Anyway, just as we're heading out of Battalia Downs, Pathfinder shouted at us to wait up.
I pulled out my crossbow and I'm pretty sure I could have put a bolt right where his eye should be, but Shaman made me stop.
Not out of kindness mind you. Pathfinder had borrowed one of Shaman's masks and he wanted it back preferably without Pathfinder's blood on the inside.
Damn pretty boy.
So, we hold up a second and Pathfinder catches up to us. And there in his hand... the Brady guide.
GoblinPathfinder>> Hey, guys.
GoblinPathfinder>> Heading to Davoi?
GoblinPathfinder>> Can I come?
GoblinSmithy>> No one listens to me.
GoblinPathfinder>> What are we doing in Davoi?
GoblinSmithy>> Someone's face lost this knife.
GoblinSmithy>> We're going to return it.
GoblinSmithy>> Multiple times if need be.
GoblinPathfinder>> Did you guys know Davoi is the orc city?
GoblinPathfinder>> That's where they live.
GoblinSmithy>> Gee. I didn't know that.
GoblinSmithy>> Did you know that Shaman?
GoblinShaman>> I've never heard that before.
GoblinShaman>> Do you know what else?
GoblinShaman>> Water's wet.
GoblinSmithy>> Really? I didn't know that.
GoblinSmithy>> Someone should write a guide.
GoblinShaman>> Oh, totally.
GoblinPathfinder>> Are you guys making fun of me?
GoblinPathfinder>> Okay then.
GoblinSmithy>> Why doesn't anyone listen to me?
We make our way to Bakdak's place and he's just standing around.
And he's holding
Like a trained group of assassin's we pounced on him.
Okay... Shaman set him on fire and I stabbed him in the back.
Pathfinder, however, decided now would be a good time to ask us more questions.
GoblinPathfinder>> Why do the Mithra live with the Tarus?
GoblinSmithy>> Would you shut up?
GoblinSmithy>> We're trying to kill someone here.
GoblinPathfinder>> I'm just asking questions.
GoblinPathfinder>> I'm trying to learn.
GoblinSmithy>> If you don't shut the hell up...
GoblinSmithy>> You're going to learn what a homepoint is.
GoblinPathfinder>> That's not very nice.
GoblinShaman>> Pathfinder, Smithy's not trying to be mean.
GoblinShaman>> I think he means this is not a good time.
GoblinSmithy>> I mean he should shut his stupid face.
GoblinShaman>> That's not helping.
GoblinSmithy>> Am I ever helpful?
GoblinShaman>> Good point.
We had old Bakdak almost dead. Things were looking good.
I'd still have to murder Pathfinder, but at least I was getting a new axe out of the deal.
And isn't that what really matters?
GoblinShaman>> Keep it up.
GoblinShaman>> We almost got him.
GoblinPathfinder>> I've got another question.
GoblinSmithy>> NOT NOW, YOU IDIOT!
GoblinPathfinder>> It's just one question.
GoblinSmithy>> Almost... Almost...
GoblinSmithy>> And he's DEAD!
GoblinPathfinder>> Why do they call them "drops"?
And then the answer struck him.
No, I mean it literally struck him. An axe fell out of the sky and struck him in the head.
GoblinShaman>> Oh no!!!
GoblinShaman>> My mask!
And the moral of our story: don't ask stupid questions or an axe will fall out of the sky and hit you in the brain.
I should write fairy tales.