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LOTRO: Andang dang gan an dan’agan!

16 Mar



Andang dang gone and done it again:

I keep looking for incentivisation to get playing LOTRO again. Each weekend I promise myself to get up early before the kids and wifey rise and do some quality LOTRO’ing but each weekend I sleep long and rise with my sons who simply never let me play LOTRO, they have developed from simply taking over to jump around, head off in search of water and swim to logging me off quickly and loading up Youtube or Netflix instead! So nowadays I am relegated to my mobile gaming (CoC) or the ipad (Marvel Contest of Champions) while they control the PC… My dreams of having sons to play LOTRO with fade with each passing day… By the time they become GAMERS, which I am pretty sure they will do, they will laugh at LOTRO and want to play their kinds games whatever those may be!

And I find without the satisfying meaty session of weekend LOTRO I am uninterested in grabbing a mini session (about an hour) each morning before work as I used to. I have tried and find that I log in and then wander around, lost and unfocused.

Poor Tsukuld, RK with endgame action just a fiery stone throw away… will he ever get there?

Opopa, the one legged hobbit and creative writing inspiration languishes awaiting a new set of armour, sturdies (hides east of esteldin) simply too boring to harvest…

Tsudryt, the orange captain on Landy, future acting sensation as comedia d’art and LOTRO gaming fuse.

Tsuhelm, namesake, first LOTRO character languishes in obscurity on an empty windfola, to be transferred to another server, to which, unknown.

My kin, The Family, from what I can tell, is super busy on Laurelin and I would love to get back into the action with them, Saturday morning fun with the big players coming to help are really missed. I could never fit in the weekend afternoon Family organized activities mainly due to time difference and parental activities!

A number of other factors have also aligned themselves to hinder my LOTRO gaming, the family moved back to the center of Buenos Aires, small apartment and the PC ended up becoming the center of family entertainment; more a TV than anything else. It is also located close to my wife’s smoking perch on the mini ‘balcony’ whereas before she would smoke further away from the PC, but being so close the rest of the family also gravitates to her and it is not so much her interference to my LOTRO gaming but the impossibility of playing with my son’s constant interruptions.

I have also become more engaged again at work, by choice and necessity, so less time to blog, my pain in the butt supervisor sits beside me, so that is also restrictive to creativity! My TL with whom I am on good terms is further away and more relaxed/forgiving of my creative endeavours! And working harder at work is more tiring especially when family duties await at home, kids n wifey to entertain, I cook half of the time and wash up 90% of the time, so when I am finally able to rest I am knackered…

And then the thought of a laggy LOTRO, I do hope its all fixed now after the new hardware went live!

But I am sure I will be back one day. Tedious CoC and undemanding Marvel Superhero bashing does not make this GAMER happy.

Offers to play FFIV (its FREE for 14 days) and GW were not taken up for all of the above reasons plus my wife’s computer won’t run em!

So until I have my own gaming rig and oh ever so important gaming space I will just keep trying to get back into the flow… Obviously winning a VIP helps…even writing about the chance of winning a VIP helps 🙂

Thanks Andang…for everything you do for LOTRO players…

Even reminding us ‘ex’ LOTRO players to try and come back…

Maybe I will even start blogging again…


LOTRO: Swallowing the bitter pill of disappointment…roar…

26 Oct


Well I had installed Bullroarer LOTRO to my wife’s computer earlier in the week but was dismayed to see that it began patching at 10 AM in the morning… 7/8 hours pre TEST and TP giveaway… And of course it didn’t finish patching until 8 o’clock at night after TEST/giveaway had ended.

After checking forums I could see that even those with up to date clients couldn’t get on to BULLROARER. Compounding my bitterness was the fact that those that did get in are entered into the giveaway, they also had a lot of fun!

So my comeback to LOTRO left a very bitter pill indeed, if a slight desire to play LOTRO.

So even 2 days later and still bitterer than a bit of bitten bitter bitter thing! I actually took my lv13 champion on Laurelin for a quick spin, but this only reminded me than I created him to level up and head off East of Esteldin to farm Sturdy Leathers for my Hobbit Burglar to level Tailor to get some improved armour to level himself up to enable me to engage in some more creative storytelling in the Adventures of Opopa. All of which adds to my little bite of bitter bitten bit of a very bitter thing…especially as the rapid bitterness bites home that, after the server merge of Withy to Laurelin, I will have oodles of sturdies, tons of GP and a whole friendly kin to insta craft such stuff! Then I can continue my Adventures of Opopa and even keep levelling Tsukuld to lv100.

And the server mergers, slow as they are, are presently on hold until the new servers are up and running…

‘More bitter than death!’ Well, death may be slightly more so…

A hard and bitter pill to swallow, a pill of Picraena Excelsa, intensely bitter…bitten in a tent, ten bites of, attempting to remove the vile after-taste of the fact I cannot play LOTRO the way I want to… but swallowed it is an aperitif, an appetizer and aid to digestion of the fact I must wait, I will wait, until the server mergers and then once again I can get my daily fix of sweet and stimulating LOTRO.

The Bullroaring didn’t go to plan but it has wet my palate, even if that palate has a lingering bitterness to it!

The Adventures of Opopa: The unbearable unlikelyness of being

24 Aug

Chapter 3

The Unbearable Unlikelyness of Being


On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…

Opopa was lost for words, a rare occasion but not as rare an event as a rabbit that was not lost for words but rather one that simply refused to shut up. The other drinkers in the Bird and Baby seemed oblivious to the verbose rabbit. None turned an ear to listen at least. Sid the barstool, inanimate as it was, was unable to fathom the rabbit either, it sensed a sentience but also a strangeness, but as soon as it was obvious it would not be ordering beverages, it lost interest and instead maintained full inert attentiveness on Opopa; there looked like no chance he was going anywhere soon even without subliminal telepathic messaging, so it could lazily soak in the warmth of a padded bum on its head and simply relax, a heavenly state for any barstool.

The brown rabbit was a bit of a wind bag, and had been speaking for some time. Opopa was listening with a growing sense of being out of his depth. He was sinking slowly into a quagmire of words. He did not have the vocabulary to fully understand the rabbit, who threw out names and concepts simply alien to this simple hobbit burglar. The weight of conversation with the blabber mouthed rabbit was too much for him, he resorted to nodding erm’ing and ah’ing and hoping the rabbit wouldn’t notice. He had learnt to guess appropriate times to down more beer and in emergencies he would hold up an arm in mock surrender to halt conversation and wave down the barkeep for more ale. The rabbit would pause and idly scratch his ear with its hind foot or survey the crowded bar alertly as if for danger; when Opopa was suitably beveraged up it would continue.

There were moments when comprehension reared its head and Opopa would suddenly soar back to life, interrupting the rabbits flow with an interjection or comment.

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here


“Did you just say that you can’t know reality?”

The rabbit glowered back, “No I said, ‘Kant held that our sensory observations (knowable, catalogable, shared) do not necessarily reflect, and certainly do not exhaust, ’Real’ reality which is unknowable, but ‘True’ in the most profound sense.’

Opopa, lost but feeling it impolite to er’m or ah’m after interjecting in the first place decided a knowing “Oh!” would be appropriate…

The Rabbit continued “You can’t have heard of Kant?”

“Of course…”




Opopa gave in, “Kant?”

“Yes you see, you are just an object not a thing-in-itself? You have no free will, Kant allowed for free will among things-in-themselves while admitting that causality clearly operates in the observed world…”

Opopa while not fully understanding felt this upsetting on some level, “I am the maker of my own destiny.” He declared.

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.


Opopa brain was dancing around so much, that the bar was bending before him… maybe it was not the bar bending but him-self!

“Look Hobbit you do not exist!”

“Look Rabbit!” Standing up and waving his arms around, “I obviously do!”

“Well, true…” Pausing for thought, Opopa sits down, Sid lets out an inaudible sigh of relief…

The Rabbit again continues, “You exist and you don’t, you are in an actual state of being and not being, you are and ‘are’ simultaneously ‘are not’, you exist as an idea: in words, code and thought. You are not a sentient being-in-itself other than as an idea of a sentient hobbit but as such to progress in game and in story needs to exist to persist. You are in a quantum state of being, if we check on you of course you are NOT, yet if we follow you and your actions in this story, you attain a state of solidity we assign to you and in such a state you do indeed exist as a thing-in-themselves or else this is just a pointless exercise in pontification on nothingness. To continue we need you to be more than nothing. A fine adventure that would be…!”

So I called up the Captain,
“Please bring me my wine”
He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine”
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…


Opopa completely and utterly baffled, waves down the bar keep and asks for some wine, who apologizes for not having any, strangely, gives Opopa a free beer!

The rabbit undeterred continues, “Jung thought ‘As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of hobbit existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.’ And Marx said, ‘It depends not on consciousness, but on being; not on thought, but on life; it depends on the individual’s empirical development and manifestation of life, which in turn depends on the conditions existing in the world.’ But before we wander too far down that weighty branch of metaphysics that is ontology – about what can or cannot exist, we better take a break before this old game engine snaps… You exist enough for me to be here talking to you.”

“I am Opopa!” Opopa states as if answering a question.

“Good point!” and continues, “A proper name strictly has no meaning when there is no object to which it refers. This view relies on the argument that the semantic function of a proper name is to tell us which object bears the name, and thus to identify some object. But no object can be identified if none exists. Thus, a proper name must have a bearer if it is to be meaningful. And you bear the name Opopa, so all is meaningful.”

Opopa, groaning, drinks more beer.

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis


The rabbit continues… “Opopa, you are a literary device, an avatar and a character in a narrative, a twisted narrative generated by an obvious twisted mind, a tsunami of un-thought out and unclear ideas let loose on your poor self. Buffeted by as yet unknown twists of fate which are the result of more than one creative source… adrift you are in the heavy seas of the unknown, your destiny bound fast to what has yet to be played out or written down.”

Fastening onto a pillar of belief, Opopa asks, “Isn’t Eru the creator?”

“Aha! True the supreme deity of Arda. Hmm… Was the single creator above the Valar! But Tolkien created Arda, Middle Earth. Words becoming reality, Codemasters created a digital Arda, Turbine blew more life into it that persists to this day. This digital existence is interacted with by thousands and their creations gain weight, so the nothingness is expanding…”

“The absurd notion that you, Opopa do not exist is juxtaposed against the proposition that obviously you do exist. The universe will never truly care for hobbits the way we seem to want it to. The atheist view of this statement is that people create stories, or gods, which in their minds transcend reality to fill this void and attempt to satisfy their need. It is impossible to know your creator, or to understand His purpose. But we do not give up trying…”

“Do not give in, Camus described suicide as the most appropriate and rational reaction to the absurd — but admitted that this is not a very rewarding or worthwhile reaction and it would cut short the narrative! It is not as simple as Descartes stated ‘I think, therefore I am.’

“Indeed it is the feeling of being suspended over a void, and looking into that void. It is how one adjusts themselves towards death, and their knowledge of their own death, falling into that void. For Heidegger, existentialism is the study of how someone gives meaning to their finite life with the understanding that their time is limited; let’s face death hobbit, for surely to die is to prove ones existence.”

“Do not be trapped within this cave, the bird n baby, being deluded by a demon, what may not be real is not necessarily an illusion. (Sid wobbled internally at this point, thinking that his manipulations had been exposed…) The world of simulations increasingly will take on a life of its own. Listen to me, do not remain ignorant of those that control you, do not persist in a state of false consciousness. Follow me further into the Matrix, let me be your Morpheus, let me introduce you, Opopa, new to the real world, by welcoming you to ‘the desert of the real. Who is this Morpheus? Does he exist? Does anything I have just said make any sense? Never mind, don’t think about it too much, just follow the rabbit on this adventure, and this rabbit says to follow Bingo.”

“But! But.. but you will lead me down a rabbit hole or worse…”

“Opopa dear friend, you already are down the rabbit hole, the adventure is afoot… a magical wooden foot in your case! You are in a wonderful land, the unlikeliness of you a mere hobbit bringing light back into the darkening world should not deter you. Follow me!”

“Why should I? I don’t even know your name?”

“I am Tobi!”

“To be?”

“Now that really is the question…, ‘To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer the Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, and by opposing end them: to die, to sleep no more; and by a sleep, to say we end the Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks that Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep, to sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.’”

“Wow I went all Shakespeare on ya!”

Opopa, “I got 2 sharp daggers and my spear ain’t shaky!”

“Come hobbit drink up, follow me, Tobi…”

To be…


Hotel California’ – The Eagles

Authors Note: I am messing with words and ideas of people of far greater intellect than myself and the original words and ideas I have to admit are sometimes way beyond my comprehension! So should I desist in the endeavor? Hell no! Where is the fun in that?

LOTRO: What does this gamer wanna?

10 Aug

I am going through one of those irregular moments in a gamers life when what he has is not enough and yet he cannot for whatever reason find what he wants!ScreenShot00237

So I spend a few moments each day wandering the Trollshaws with my cappy Tsudryt on Landy, deed grinding, ad hoc quests left uncompleted, NO CHALLENGE AT ALL as he is over 20 levels above this area… but the sense of adventure is there(even now 3/4 years later am still finding new stuff in old places!) and the sense of completing something is there (deeds).


This little hobbit feels invisible! “Please sir, a dagger please?”

Opopa on Laurelin the cause of my creative blockage, his fan-fiction story, The Adventures of Opopa, chapter 3 is still ongoing 3 weeks after I started it! He himself is having not so much fun trying to get his mitts on better equipment in Bree. The AH is dead a possible indicator that the server mergers are needed sooner rather than later!

The Adventures of Opopa: Bingo 2, Cross Country

31 Jul

Chapter 2

Cross Country

There’s a message
In the air
Crazy horses riding everywhere


Opopa was not the best rider in the world but he was far from the worst, he preferred riding cross country to the ‘roads’ and ‘byways’ of the Shire. The latter, with their lush verges and stone walls, he felt restricted by, whereas the former, he was free to improvise at any moment. If he fancied jumping a wall yonder, not exactly directly in the direction of travel he would. Indeed over the years he had developed a theory that time was relative, and travelling was sped up immeasurably by fun.

You can run in a straight line to your goal and get there ‘quickly’, but out of breath and not exactly happy. But by letting oneself be waylaid from ones path and amusing oneself, admittedly normally by whatever drinking establishment he encountered, he finally got to his destination jolly, the journey had been painless and even enjoyable. Sometimes he never did get to his intended destination but ended up somewhere entirely different. Opopa agreed with the hobbit philosopher, Fosco Chubb-Baggins*, who is quoted as saying, ‘The path into the light seems dark, the path forward seems to go back and the direct path seems long. Yet if you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading. It’s all relatively straightforward in a kind of roundabout way!’

It’s a warning
It’s in every tongue
Gotta stop them crazy
Horses on the run

Arriving in Tuckborough, Opopa road directly into the open doorway of the library, he was dismounted the instant he passed the threshold of the large hobbit hole. Horses do not like to enter inside structures of middle earth and wait  patiently outside, ready to be called for their next journey. They even follow the owner, silently and unseen through the most hazardous of landscapes, always just a whistle away. Opopa knew how to whistle, ‘Just put your lips together and blow.’** He did prefer drinking to whistling but a good whistle had the added factor of making him look slightly more innocent, useful for a burglar!

What a show, there they go
Smoking up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders
And they’re you and I

Crazy horses
Crazy horses


The librarian was new, and knew just what Opopa was looking for, 3 glowing tomes, lootification sense kicking in again, 3 cookbooks, sat upon the top of a bookshelf. Opopa picked up one to look at and superfast, the librarian whipped the others away. It looked as if Opopa had selected a cooking book for Bingo. He tried to protest to the librarian when suddenly a hugely tall elf burst into the low library and rushed over, Opopa turned to greet the new arrival, and said, “Hello!” But the crimson cloaked elf pushed past without a thought and after a quick exchange with librarian left again! Barging past, almost through Opopa! He considered better of trying to see the other cookbooks and also took his leave from the library.

The librarian simply noted down Opopa’s name in a ledger…

Never stop and they never die
They just keep on puffin
How they multiply


Opopa demonstrated his ability to whistle, he put his lips together and blew! His horse quickly arrived and with agile aplomb he lept onto his mount and was off. Of course he quickly veered from the cobbled path and headed over a fence and across a field in the general direction of Michel Delving. Zig zagging in obvious enjoyment, speeding up his journey in his mind if not actually in reality.

Luckily for Bingo there were no bars enroute between Tuckborough and his home, Opopa arrived as the sun was setting to find a mounted horseman in conversation with Bingo.

“What the!” Opopa exclaimed as he realized it was the same rude elf!

He rode directly up to the elf but the elf turned and departed just before Opopa was close enough to make a grab for him, he would have relieved him of a few baubles as a punishment for his impoliteness, maybe with a lighter load the elf would make better time to his destination…

Bingo was pleased to see Opopa. His face lit up in excitement as Opopa passed him the cookbook, with a lick of a finger tip he was flicking through pages and um’ing and ah’ing. He had forgotten Opopa was even there, still mounted, waiting. Suddenly a piece of parchment slipped out of the book and fell to the floor at his feet. Distracted from his culinary imaginings he scooped down and plucked it up, gingerly opening it out to reveal a map of sorts, an old one.

“What’s this?” He exclaimed, “Is this yours?” Opopa shook his head, while at the same time moving closer, as close as his horse would allow, to try and get a better look at the paper in Bingo’s shaking hands.

Bingo suddenly thrust the papers at Opopa, “Not for me, not for me. Here you take this. Yes take this to the Mathom house, they will know what to do with it.” He thrust the papers at Opopa and ran off with his cookbook into his hole.

Crazy horses
Will they never halt
If they keep on moving
Then it’s all our fault


Opopa had nothing to lose, and his lootificaion sense was still pinging strongly, so he headed off to the Mathom house directly, which took a considerable force of will to resist his own his thirst and the idea of a cool and lonely Sid. He rode directly to the house on the hill above the Bird and Baby. Out of necessity, there was little room for diversions for fun to speed the trip up.

Again the rude elf was riding off as he arrived…

The Mathom society were happy to receive the map but refused at the last to take it, perplexing Opopa until he followed the gaze of the Mathom official to a red faced, panting Bingo, who had run half way up the hill.

“No, no, no, no, no! I have changed my mind. Changed my MIND!” He screamed, before breaking down again, sobbing, bent over, gasping for air, hands on knees. Opopa quickly rode over. “I have changed my mind…” He said, feebly to the floor, “I want to investigate the map myself!” And more forcefully, “I want to have an ADVENTURE!”


What a show, there they go
Smoking up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders
And they’re you and I


Bingo had calmed down and Opopa had agreed to help out as best as he could. There was something about Bingo, he emanated an aura of adventure, it was not only a whiff of ‘loot’, something big, something special was going to happen to Bingo. Opopa sensed this, and was drawn to it, he had decided to follow Bingo Boffin the Adventurer to wherever he would go.

Bingo in return had promised much and handed over, so far, very little; a few gold tokens of weird design. He’d explained that he had come into an agreement with a new merchant to the shire, down near the Michel Delving stables. That the tokens could be exchanged for gifts with him and him only!

Opopa of course went to investigate and found the merchant dour and unfriendly, he handed over the tokens and the merchant wordlessly handed back a brown rabbit. Too confused to protest, Opopa accepted the trade. The confusion grew when the rabbit started to speak to him…


Opopa was thirsty, it had been a long day, he had covered a lot of country, much more than was necessary having fun. He had been active! Opopa at last gave up the good fight and went back to Sid, who had missed him. The regulars at the Bird and Baby acknowledged his return with a nod and a wink, no one paid any attention to the brown rabbit that hopped down beside him.

Opopa ordered a few beers to begin with. His thoughts were unordered and chaotic. He looked down at the rabbit and downed a pint.

The brown rabbit scratched his ear, he had been waiting patiently but enough was enough, “Now listen here hobbit! I crossed many countries to get here. You! Are! Going! To talk to me…”


So take a good look around
See what they’ve done
What they’ve done
They’ve done, they’ve done
They’ve done, they’ve done
They’ve done, they’ve done

Crazy horses
Crazy horses

Crazy horses
Crazy horses

The Osmonds – ‘Crazy Horses

*The Hobbit Name Generator was used to change Lao Tzu…whom I apologize to for messing with your wise words! Entering ‘Ying Yang’ gives Borgulas Goodbody, I am so going to use this…
**Lauren Bacall’s full quotation was “If you want me just whistle. You know how to whistle don’t you? Just put your lips together and blow.” Funnily enough if she was a hobbit she would be called: Myrtle Gamgee-Took. Humphrey Bogart  would be Minto Deepdiver!