Infested with ladybirds

My flat is infested with ladybirds.  And many-spotted ladybirds, huge and angry.  One of the swines landed on me as I was exercising and bit me.  Twice.

And, dear reader, I killed the little bastard.  I’m sorry.  I’ll rot in various hells but these are mutant rage ladybirds from hell anyway, so they get what they deserve.

They’re also not easy to kill.  Squash.  No still alive.  Squash.  Is it… Squash.  Mmm.  Not moving now.

Biting mutant Lovecraftian ladybirds.  It’ll be the fairtrade bananas.  I know it.  You do some little thing to make the world better and it comes back and bites you on the leg.

And things had been going well.  Because a friend and I are having a go at roleplaying I’d ordered myself the Starter set for Dungeons and Dragons because I’m a retarded manchild, and it came today and I’d gotten inordinately excited about the Dragonborn Paladin character type.  Imagine that, a Dragon who is a knight.  Can it get any better?

As it is we’re using the RUGS free roleplaying system which is less hidebound by rules and stats, but does need a d20 - which is a twenty-sided dice.  Which is an immensely cool thing.  I’ve gotten hopelessly enthusiastic about it all, because it’s going to be great, because I wanted to do this when I was a kid and now finally I’m fulfilling the dream and the little boy in me is looking up at me and thinking, this is the man I was meant to grow into.

But also, when I sat down to write my scenario - we’re going to take it in turns at DMing - I found all sorts of creativity flowing out that may find its way into prose form.  The city of Tyr Fresca is coming, and the Caliph El Garym.  And I have a player character who is a kitsune.  And my friend is a sailor with a harpoon.  I can’t wait.  Though I think mood music is required…  And I’m going to do drawings…

Is this how other people feel?