Fishing!
I just don't understand the people who think that spending a day out in the pouring rain with a soggy newspaper and a can of reheated beans, chucking a plastic bobber into a scum-covered river full of radioactive fish and old shopping trolleys can be fun. But anyway, I decided I'd give it a go - live the experience and stuff. It might even be relaxing.
So there I was. I had a bucket of Blackened Basilisk to munch on, I had my latest issue of the Gadgetzan Times and Gnomergan Gnews. I had my lucky red hat, my
Fishing Chair to keep me comfortable, and just in case of emergencies, I had an
X-52 Rocket Helmet in case I fell in. Hell, I even swapped this idiot orphan boy a few eels for
Seth's Graphite Fishing Pole - hehe sucker!
I was ready for a nice relaxing evening!
Some things just never go to plan. Giant Kraken surfacing from the deeps, and trying to munch their way through everything in sight, is not my idea of relaxing. I mean - these things spit, and you don't want to get in the way of that, let me tell you. The stains take forever to get out!
Anyway, end result pictured below, cos it really was that big. And the smell was terrible. I'm never fishing again.
<Tempered> Fishing: 1/375