my robot created during the valintines event at tradewind tavern named gloreamindo, was getting around the oasis where there is evil that can turn people into monsters but the real enemy sometimes is what lurks in our own hidden resseses of the mind. I didnt think i would likely meet any people like that but i did get in a group but not the kind who help each other to aspire to startling levels of inspirition just to have other people to face the beginning with regardless of any preconceived notations fogging up my robot brain like if they were the core rules by which to live. when i felt today throughout the period of time which i feel was holding me back in a group that i planned to ask people if they would join my guild but i felt i did not have the right because people cant just make a guild, just to accomplish a goal before they go to their dinner table and there should be a place where people can. Mysel sits downtrodden looking at his gnomish contraption that lets him see, where gloreamindo the robot dwarf awaits his next instructions from and he says i just dont know where to go other than to hunt monsters near a city that way people might take interest in what im doing. and then slowly my thoughts stopped echoing out of gloreamindo's topagraphical tragectory mechanism as he ventured out of the desert hoping to slow the rise of evil in the direction of the common lands.
