Dear Die-ary...

First up, I've finished the BBC Jamie Kane game. And I have to say... it was odd. Really odd. So odd, in fact, that it is a real oddity. OK, so, as a little spoiler (not much though), you find out that the so-called 'pop-star' (fictional) has deceased in a fatal accident. YET HE HASN'T! He's alive and on the run!! Will you save him?? Of course you will, because no matter what you do, you always win on games like these. I also found out that if you annoy the robots enough (they're like oliverbot chat-bots, but a little more lifelike), they do the work for you, and you take the credit. I have to say, the JK game is seriously lifelike in some ways, and yet robot-ish in others. Would I recommend it? It's worth a try. You get about 3 emails a day, around the same time each day, and various tasks to do (some hard, some easy). So if you have time on your hands, go ahead.

I'm not telling you who the mole is, though :P

Secondly... I've finished the LOTR game!! I'm so upset -.- It's just not fair. I was having so much fun beating the crap out of various... beings. I love Hobbiton so much, I could just spend about 3 hours running around and annoying fellow hobbits. And, best of all, it has nothing to do with the movie. The characters look different - Gandalf looks like an old man wrapped up in a rug, Aragorn looks like Snape (Larry Schmotter), and Frodo looks MUCH better than Elija what's-his-face. And his eyes scare me. Merry is the only one who looks like a person. Of course, not being like the movie also means that there's much more going on, which is relevant to the book. Tom Bombadil, the wolves, and the barrow-wights are there, for a start. And they get attacked by a tree. No, this is the Fellowship of the Ring. That means there must be more out there... *seeks for more LOTR-iness*

I shall miss playing this game. I'm gonna miss the rat-wolf hybrids... throwing rocks at llamas... killing ring-wraiths... killing orcs... killing hob-goblins... killing barrow-wights............killing ring-wraiths............... avoiding ring-wraiths...............killing ring-wraiths............

On second thoughts, I don't think I'll miss it all that much.

That time of year... It's my birthday. Must remember to edit the sub-heading of this blog.

As my bday happened to land on a Sunday, that meant I had to work in the early hours, throwing newspapers at dogs. The date, "7th January" means NOTHING to these people. And then they show up at their doors, demanding to know why last week's paper had a slight rip on the back page or why it gave them a papercut.

With this done, only then could I show it was my birthday. Of course, like Christmas I didn't open the presents until much later. What reason? Well, I didn't give birth or create myself. So I believe that the parents are the ones which should get the presents. But no one else agrees with me so nevermind.

Birthdays aren't that special. But this one seemed different somehow. My siblings were working, so I felt like an only-child for a short amount of time. I was taken out several times! 1 ~ Newspapers! 2 ~ Eating, 3 ~for... lemonade (?), 4 ~ walk, 5~ Drop the christmas tree off. What I didn't like about the eating-out was the children around us, screaming because they were bored of waiting for their food, which they don't deserve, the little ratbags. There was one baby sitting (sh1tting?) near us, making strange faces and squealing when the Dad teased her. The eating-place (I don't know how to classify it...) was appropriately named, "The World's End".


Late at night, when nobody was caring anymore, we dropped a mass of candles on some form of cake with little stars on it. The 10-year-old candles were just stubs at this point, and so when they were lit, the cake melted. Now it looks like the setting of a war; muddy ground, with little twisted soldiers screaming in agony, while they wallow in the mud (the soldiers are the melted 'stars'). You can't help but feel sympathy for the poor old Tesco's quick-bought cake.

And now I'm just waiting for the rest of my presents to arrive in the mail.

With this said, I now end with a short poem my Grandad made up long ago:

It's my birthday today!
Cakes for tea,
All for me!
You can't come
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