You Got The Sword! DA DA DA DAAAAA!

So, I moved into my new house. My landlord gave me a sword. Maybe it's because I've been playing WAY too much Zelda lately, but wondering into a house, and getting presented with a sword, really made me feel like I was in an RPG.

All he needed to say was "It's dangerous outside. Take this!" or something. But anyway.

Our new house is great, aside from freebie swords. It has loads of cutlery and cooking stuff left for us by the landlord, and brand newly decorated. The room I originally thought was small (and therefore mine!) has loads of space in a wardrobe, a cupboard AND loads of drawers. We have a fairly big garden for BBQs, Leanne, who's the girl out of us four, has a nice big TV for us since her parents just replaced their old one, and we should be getting a microwave my parents still have but haven't thrown out.

Plus loads of people I know are on the same street.

But most of all, it's just a nice house. With nice people. Should be great.

And if a singular evil does rise to threaten the world, well, I've been given a sword to fight it off. Go video games occuring in the real world!