Am I going to get horribly killed?

Well, the question on everyone's lips is - am I going to get horribly killed or not? Maybe I should do a poll, or something, or maybe a sweepstake or general gambling opportunity. Place your bets!

Horribly killed : 6/1
Normally killed : 3/1
Embarrassing situation : evens
waste of time : 2/1
unexpected triumph : 200/1

Well, I suppose I'd better go through with actually going over there - seems a bit rubbish to back out now, plus a bit of all-out sneaking usually does the job. Also, I'm usually wrong about most things, so this allows me to cheerfully shuffle off any worries about any alarming things I might have read in certain books recently, which are probably a load of nonsense anyway, like a lot of stuff in life in general.

Well, I'll be heading off this very evening on my intrepid mission. I've already downed a few drinks (weeeee!), just to calm the nerves, so sorry if this message doesn't make a whole lot of sense. You know, the only thing that's getting me down right now is the absence of my former most valued minion, Grott. I just can't understand it - why one earth would he desert me in my hour of need? How could anyone possibly find being my minion anything other than the best that life could possibly offer them? Ah! How I would like to see his knobbly, eager face staring up at me at a time like this! *sigh*

Well, this is it, time I was going. Mourn me, the mighty Limpet, should I fall! Sing laments of me, stuff like that. Still, in many ways a good mission is a lot better than heading over to the Ebon Tower of Unyielding Gloom - better dangerous than depressing and giant spider befouled. Yes! Believe it! One day I'm going to get my magical powers sorted out! The day will come that I'll be able to live up to the promise of the early posts I put on here. Yes, indeed! And then, the time will come when I do indeed command an army of minions, and ride about on the back of a big, black dragon! You wait and see!