Welcome to the Hotel California

A black arrow, doused in snake venom, whizzed through the air for fifty meters, then embedded itself in the heart of a mail-clad soldier. His mail armor was weak, and he faltered, then fell off his mount, eyes full of death. The small scout force of humans braced for an attack, but too late. Forty lkaks, creatures distinguished by the smell of rotten eggs about them and three large horns sticking out of their forehead, leapt out of the trees, quickly cutting down the nine remaining humans. In a few short seconds, it was over.

Profanity. Did you miss me?

Hello everyone!  This is Rich.  I'm the thursday guy.  Also, I'm the one going to Reed.  So I guess I'll start talking now.

I live in a divided triple with Kevin Mitchell and Ted Sand.  They're cool kids.  We're in the sci-fi fantasy dorm, which at first I was a bit nervous about cause I didn't want to be way out-nerded, but I'm doing alright.  Copious Firefly/Doctor Who knowledge is saving my life.  Okay but anyway.  I'm just going to do this a week at a time, brief summary of HOW AWESOME MY LIFE IS.  And even though it's been more than a week since I wrote...fuck all y'all, I'll do what I want.  (This post will have short days because I kind of just realized I would be writing it like this, so I can't quite remember every thing that happened all these days.)