Just one shot starts a canonade. From the joyous travel through the barrell, spreading the deathangel wings, up to the point where our sense of guilt slowly disappears into the air as an inconscpicuous line of smoke.

I heard a piece of music from Jedi Academy yesterday and the chain reaction started immediately. At first my associations moved to 'whoah the Return of the Jedi' sort of things. Soon after I began to think about the crucialities of role-playing that are often cruelly ignored by gamers... Instantly, the light and the dark side of the Force helped me to put things on the scales and form a action-reaction course.

Finally, my dreams (apart from being the everyday abstract stuff...) were filled with glorious visions of myself mastering the ability tu push and pull objects with the help of the Force. And Death Star appeared on the sky.

And the world was about to be created, so Mother Mary buried herself deep into the landscape, to give birth to it. And then she and Jesus argued why didn't they make Draenei as a race on earth...

Elves, ftw.

It takes just a little trigger...