samoht said:
screw it. a couple weeks back i had a dream that i was standing in the middle of an arena (and I could see myself in third person) completely surrounded by a ring of guys wearing the "strange armor" set and all wielding the huge two handed strange swords and they all screamed and charged at me at the same time.
I realized I had better do something other than play WB right before I went to bed.
The setting was the second scene of "Inception" (where the cars are exploding and they dump the guy in the bath tub). The cast was me, some of my low tier troops... and 2000 Rhodoks marching inexorably towards us (no exploding cars though)
Scenes:
They tried, I ordered them to hold the street, but our numbers were few, and our enemies too well trained. Eventually my Nord bretheren crumbled and fell, at first one at a time, but soon enough our ranks became shallow, and those southern rejects flanked us! I retreated to the house with Borcha just as my force was swallowed by the Rhodok monster.
Borcha braced the door. A thundering thud shook the entire side of the house. The door exploded inwards, killing Borcha outright (yeah Rhodoks don't have explosives, but this is MY dream). I positioned myself against the wall with my sword pointed towards the door, ready to puncture the face of the first ugly Rhodok scum that came in. I did just that, but as soon as he fell forward, two more nasty bastards took his place.
I screamed "I surrender, let me retreat!"
In a gruff voice came the reply: "Too late, you're not far enough away to hit TAB!"
THEN I WOKE UP
