Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Mondserrat Redux

I have been bitten by piranahs and wild turkeys, chased by zombie noobs, stung by killer bees, dodged boulders and chunks of molten rock, avoided land mines, geysers, and alien abductions, and fallen from heights more times than I care to remember - or possibly the falls affected my memory.

Well, no one ever said that the life of a lady adventurer was easy. Nonetheless, I managed to find much of what was hidden: I have five coffee mugs, the Basement Cat plaque, a golden cheezburger, and assorted gee-gaws. With a generous hint from Miss Gothly, I translated the runes. But, but, but...I cannot find the Ceiling Cat plaque. Would someone take pity on me and send me a hint? Here, in-world, on the Caledon Forums, via e-mail (rhianon dot jameson at gmail dot com), messenger pigeon, smoke signals? I'll take anonymous tips, hints, anything. Save me from myself!


Vivito Volare said...

Sometimes, enlightenment is found when you are compelled to distance yourself from the works of man. When you absolutely must go, seek solitude, and your mind will have time to light on many things without distraction. Sitting in silence, you may well look up and shout "Eureka!"

Besides, Ceiling cat is always watching, even when you most wish he wouldn't.

Rhianon Jameson said...

Thank you, sir, and to your better half as well for, ah, similar advice. Armed with the latest Caledon Strand magazine, I set off once again - this time successfully.

My hat's off to Mr. Hax for that particular hiding place - it certainly scared off everyone, like me, who has a morbid fear of such places.