Ahahahaha lol. Sixty questions. Ninety minutes. I ended up getting 22 of them right, with 45 minutes to spare, because I had no idea what I was doing and just clicked B for almost all of them. I got 37%... which is honestly better than I expected, since you only need 51% to pass and I haven't done algibberish in six years.
Pulling weeds is hard! D: Especially when there's a full garden's worth and more of them in various areas around our house. I attacked, pulled, uprooted (sometimes; some have REALLY thick stalks), and disposed of three wheelbarrows worth of weeds and there's still so much more to go. D: I'll save that for tomorrow...
Welcome to my life a few days back. I was plowing earlier to prepare the soil for gardenin', and it was backbreaking. But then it rained on and off in a torrential fashion, so the next day was laughably easy, since the soil was softer.
And again, I want Elly's scythe. That would make this SO much easier than hedge clippers (and more fun too).
No, it would not. You would cut off the top of the weeds, yes, but you would leave the roots entirely in the soil and they would just grow back in a matter of days. More importantly, the movement of a scythe might have loosened some of the weeds' seeds and scattered them over a larger area, which means more problems later on.
Though I will admit that the idea of Elly using a scythe to tend the flower gardens around Mugenkan is deeply amusing.
EDIT: And Ruro, PLEASE. Unless you want Remilia to be the ruler of hell when we die, do NOT use Marisa B! You will HATE yourself even more than you already do!
What? ;_; Why? She served me well in the demo. Also, options exploitation. Plus I hate myself a lot to begin with, so it'd be really hard to make that worse.
And Hell sounds like a nice, relaxed place. Speaking of, I'm gonna go visit its streets. See you in a bit, gonna go play SA--
EDIT: Or I will be interrupted by dinner time. DAMN YOU! I WILL PLAY SA TODAY, I VOW IT!
EDIT2: Or by my mother randomly wanting me to come watch a movie with her at the local theatre. Damnit, why is all creation conspiring to pull me away from my impending apocalypse?!