Now... where was i?

There's a common belief that, upon entering this world, we're given a list of skills in which we're allocated a set ammount of points. This handily explains how some people can kick a ball better than others, how some can roll their tongue whilst no matter how hard i try i'm unable, and how, try as i might, i'm still sat here struggling to think about what to blog next. For no matter how hard i train my mind, how hard i sit and think "be creative, be creative", all i feel the compulsion to do is to forage that little bit further into my nose.

Strangely though, as i slipped further into the brooding and the "why bother"'ing, i realised that this was the reason why i had troubles agreeing with Solie and her deathly urge to start this guild in the first place.

You see, when i finally reached the front of the line at the Center for Skill Allocation, they were fresh out of Creativity. They had a rather nice two for one offer on Arrogance and Manipulation though and since these were two of the least popular skills to have, i was given more than the usual allocation.

Lack of creativity and abundance of negative stats, leads to me shying away from all forms of social interaction and responsibility. After thorough testing and analysis, i've been shown incapable of performing even the simplest of tasks without upsetting someone thoroughly, or sending them into an apoplectic state. This, as you can imagine, leads to rather interesting results when forced to deal with more than one person at any given time. For instance, doing the weekly shopping soon turns into raging old ladies and a whole legion of crying babies.

Strangely however, Solie remains immune, even stranger still, she remains loyaly devoted. Whether by intelligent use of my higher than average manipulation skill, or by sheer force of will she has stood by me through it all. After having finally given in to her insistance, we worked tirelessly to piece together our guild. All throughout which i was shadowed by the terrible fear of causing it to go horribly horribly wrong.

It very nearly did.