Our friends from last year showed up and we all decided to stick with the group as we had it last year, but there were two slots open, for the shiny guildies whence they arrived. We started it and I was not as involved or even really into it as much as I was last year. For some reason this year was shaping up to be not so much the fan faire and much more the Vegasity of Vegasness. Then the bruthah arrived and there was a need for the intrepid informer. We had to sing a song or say a rhyme to Rodcet Knife for the completion of one of the facets of the live event, so it fell to me. The pseudobard, the freaky minstrel, the tye-dyed monkey. As I was enjoying a decent buzz from several different vectors, I came up with this little passage of prose:
“Rodcet Knife,
You give us life,
Your everlasting kindness,
“Sans” our blindness.
If we’re in need of a smoothie,
You make it especially groovy.
So in conclusion,
Cure our confusion,
And free us from our strife!”
I know. It’s like manna from cerebral heaven. So I went over to lay that piece a tasty on the NPC guy hanging out and about the convention area. I hailed him, he responded. I questioned, he responded. I went all prose monkey bug fish on him and he was awed by the pontification I must say. I got the image of Rodcet Knife that we needed (it resembled a small green alien rubberized figure) and transported it back to the group. We got the rest of the stuff (there were word searches. Sony got clever this year and actually put in a bug to the quest we had to do, so we were forced to search out the developers hiding on a bench and “fix” the issue. Good job Sony.) and turned it all in. During the live quest the guildies showed up from the northern parts of the north, and I did the love shake to em both. For a man of girth, my shiney buddy was very light. I think it was the stiffening reaction of his entire being to losing his footing and floating like magic into the air. Then it was time for drinking and …er…drinking some more.
