"And that's the way it's been since protezoa first climbed onto the shores of California"
[Private to Self] My, my, nothing ever really changes. Different setting, same old soap opera theatrics. *sigh* Except no killing at the end to shut the mutherfuckers up.
Must make a trip to that town, Emptiness. I don't really believe that it's abandoned like they say. Though I suppose I'll be happy if it is, so I can steal the shit I want. And I simply must look beyond Deadwood and the Bloodmire. There has to be some new poisonous plants I can make use of. Perhaps I'll slip an aphrodisiac into a picnic basket of cookies and leave it for those Asgardians. Most of them could use a libido to loosen the fuck up.
If things became more exciting around here, I might actually have to do something about it~ [/private]
[Private to Strix] Dear, if you're drunk enough to be embarassed about your poetry, then you're not drunk enough. Assuming you're still inebriated.
Stick it to Cox like he wants it. [/private to Strix]
Why is the rum and the vodka and the rest of the liquor always gone?
Foo, I have been sober since I arrived here. This must be fixed.