[[ :: Dodges a cookie, only to fail at realizing--until it's far too late--that that cookie was no simple cookie, but, indeed, a Super Saiya-Jin Chocolate Chip Cookie, and may as well have been a boomerang tractor-beam, and that--due to it's Max Payne-style delivery--it would be against the laws of physics for even a normal cookie to hit anything before hitting the center of his forehead. Said Ubercookie returns to 'li3k, Ttly pWnZ0r H1z brain-case.' ::
Y'know, Tac, this is irony pure and simple. When I have tons of time (or chose to ignore that on which I should be spending it)--like I did for the short time that you didn't--I check this place like a dictionary that I need to remind me how to breathe. Okay, maybe half that often--back to my point; now, when circumstances don't allow me to post nearly as freely as I could have just days prior, it seems you've stepped into my shoes of either 'excess' time or prioritizational indifference. (Yeah... uhh, I've been reading. Not that that makes 'prioritizational' a word.) The last few days, anyone I know online could've easily thought I was dead, or abducted.
Oh, and uhh... at the beginning of what seems to be some awesomeness a' brewin', I must note, Tacitus--it appears that you've placed us in the hallway, which makes some of your previous posts make much more sense, aside from the fact that my character never made it out of the ring <_<;;.
I don't believe I was counted in there, but regardless: Hello, Mr. Elynwood.
Side note: My searing lack of Nitemare-Scarfishness that once was not a lack is lit aflame each time I view the digital walls of this here wondrous place. It hurts gonk . ]]
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