Shut up, Swallow, and Smile #darkfall

(00:34:59) <Wobni> lol
(00:35:11) <Wobni> did they forget to add an expiry date to the "return to Darkfall"?
(00:35:51) <Wobni> I'm pretty sure I've been freeplaying for three days now

(00:45:43) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> ...
(00:45:50) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> Let me tell you a story.
(00:46:23) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> Once, there was a tiny sparrow on a great migratory journey through the chilling skies of late autumn.

(00:47:03) <Wobni> GOD

(00:47:06) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> As he flew along, a frozen wind (borrowed from Frank Zappa's "Yellow Snow") began to blow, under his wings and around his toes.

(00:47:20) <Wobni> some idiot on the forums wants to re-introduce crafting of fireworks
(00:47:49) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> And the deadly chill of it reduced his airspeed velocity (he was unladen) until he could no longer stay airborne.
(00:48:01) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> ... Did I say sparrow? I meant "swallow".
(00:48:12) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> I have nothing against swallows. It was an oversight.
(00:48:16) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> <.<
(00:48:38) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> Unfortunately, he fluttered out of the sky to the hard-frozen earth below.
(00:48:54) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> Fortunately, he wasn't at a very great altitude, and he survived the fall.
(00:49:06) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> Unfortunately, the ground was just as cold as the sky had been.
(00:49:46) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> But fortunately, he was in a farmyard, and just after he crash-landed, a friendly cow (perhaps 'all brown and white', as in the classic poem by Robert Louis Stevenson)...
(00:50:04) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> ... came along and took a warm, steaming shit nearby.
(00:50:20) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> Did I say 'nearby'? Unfortunately, it was right on the poor little bird.
(00:50:25) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> And it stank.
(00:50:53) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> "This stinks", thought the swallow to himself, in a scene of gratuitous anthropomorphisation.
(00:51:59) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> But it was warm, and soon the tiny creature felt life and sensation returning to his de-icing wings and feet. In joy at the sheer circumstance of surviving, he opened his little beak and began to sing...
(00:52:02) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> sing, sing...
(00:52:25) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> At which point the farmyard cat heard him, came over, dug him out of the cowpatty, and ate him.
(00:52:39) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> The morals of this story are three:
(00:52:52) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> Not Everyone who Shits On You is your Enemy.
(00:53:06) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> Not Everyone who Digs You Out of the Shit is your Friend.
(00:53:39) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> And, on the third hand, if you're happy and warm, even if you're up to your neck in shit, keep your mouth *shut*.
(00:54:01) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> ... Why would you ask about a possible error in your favour and in that of a lot of other people?
(00:54:04) <Wulfrun_Alriksdottir> o.O

(00:54:32) <Wobni> haha wow
(00:55:07) <Wobni> excellent point