(Everyone hail to the pumpkin song)
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.
(Happy Halloween everyone! As you can tell I've been spending my day reading H.P. Lovecraft when not working, because what better fiction is there for this time of the year? You know, discounting Poe, Stoker and all those other fella's.)
(Well, it would be a happy Halloween were it not for one very irritating fact. I was gonna include ACIII in this blog entry but whoops, looks like I'm not gonna be able to because nobody was in when it arrived so it got taken back to the delivery office. Whoop-dee-doo. Not like I pre-order things so I can play them on the day of release anyway.)












As I pondered, weak and weary,
O'er many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
Suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping,
Rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis the wind, and nothing more!"
(deliberate misquoting
- Vorex