Pretty things are better with violence

Quick question for all you lovely darlings: Films & Books in the tradition of the Narnia Chronicles, mostly in the child hero protagonist department, though I'm not at all being strict here. Picture books are good and Comic books super-appreciated. Why? I'm binging to bring my creative levels back up to production standard. HAVE AT IT!

So everyone seemed to enjoy themselves during the few games D&D games that were run in Oxford (especially during the monumental cock-ups), and I believe some interest was expressed in play-by-post (PBP) games online. Now, I think I'm the only one with all three 3.5 core rulebooks, which are all but required to run a game, so I shall now throw my battered hat in the ring and volunteer to provide some elegantly crafted rails for you to run off.

Firstly, I am moving to London for uni on the 18th of September, so I'm pretty super-busy 'till then. I shall try to get a forum set up shortly after so you can muck about in a tavern for a bit, and hopefully we'll get a proper campaign swinging before October.

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And that's it. Please COMMENT if you are at all interested in playing so I know who to chase up.

Like you don't know what this list is.

- Spaced Seasons 1&2 on DVD
- The Kite Runner on DVD (interchangeable with brother's No Country For Old Men)
- Copy of The Road
- Copy of Flash Forward
- Wonderfully Garish Warholesque Cat Pillow
- Chalkboards in the shape of North and South islands (sadly lacking in Stewart Island)
- New cutting board
- The cutest little Digital radio you ever did see :3
- New bike (it needs a name :3)
- Pretty pretty black pearl necklace
- Perfume and makeupy things
- Lovely lovely cotton paper

Dad liked his book, Mum loved her button ring, brother adores his grenade belt-buckle. It's a good year. Or would be if there wasn't something sickeningly delicious hanging over our heads.

Currently, the house contains:
- The Cadbury box mum got from work containing at least twenty bars, a tin of biscuits, a bag of roses and more I cannot remember
- The milk tray mum bought after general consensus that we would rather have one box of somewhat nice chocolate rather than six tins of foil-wrapped shit.
- NZ chocolate from various sources pooled to fill a small crate.
- Everyone's personal christmas stashes of chocolate oranges, rose & violet creams, etcetera

Add to that the fact that Dad's sister & family who are visiting from NZ have apparently brought yet more chocolate and the fact that NZ chocolate is just so good that you cannot give it away to anyone outside of the immediate family without exceptional cause and you may start to understand why no-one can stand to look at the chocolate log that's been in the microwave for four days.

So we've started a plan of action: All visitors to leave with at least an extra pound in weight. We will sneak it in your pockets, we will stuff it in your sandwiches. We will hurl small cellophane-wrapped problems through your car windows even as you screech out of the driveway. We have a chocolate flow problem, and we are not going down without a fight.

This sucker is going down.

SOUNDTRACK/CHARACTERS COMING SOON MAYBE.

1:31 am. Tired, not sleepy. Feel ill, blaming lack of food. Cannot cook decent meal because I am not used to cooking for one and brother prefers to make his own food, so am mostly on cereal bars and digestives and weak, weak coffee. Have not watered new plants in three days. Sick of cleaning up his fucking mess because he leaves DISHES ALL OVER THE FUCKING HOUSE. Cannot focus on any work at all. Need hot water bottle. Want parents back so I can be yelled at then picked up after. Bring on the fucking weekend.

Also I intend to do Mystopia for this NaNoWriMo don't let me forget.