I need to start typing up some of the character sketches I've collected in my head so I can move on to other follies. Tomorrow.

Fender's pulling christmas lights out of his chest!

I can't think of a comically gruesome interpretation of the current FA banner! The horror.
The Horror!
The...
HOR...
ROR!!!
*roaring sound*
No, not you, smartass!
*giggling, followed by jangling pots and pans sfx*
We were saving that joke for later! Gah...
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Fender has been pickled in formaldehyde and impaled on a bed of green spikes, how could they!?

*shrug* I dunno.

He grabbed her by the mane with his teeth and drug her off to the side.
"BEAT IT!" He roared.
She tensed up at the admonition, her pupils contracting, twitching with a shiver in her spine. Sputtering built up to a terrified scream. Her hair stood straight up as her eyes began to tear.
"Your breath STIII-hiii-hiiiii-hiiiiiiiinks! Gwaaaaaaaa!"
She finally ran away crying.

Hey, go to donryu's page. His bud Amon's in trubb.

Hey, so it turns out my Hoborg didn't really crash, just Klogg, but it still needed to reformatted.
Guess the only important folder I didn't back up before erasing? The catalogue of Main mp3's; the firmament series, dry stone feed, transiency, and motion pool all go bye bye. A handful of the shorter tracks had survived the first time. Beautiful industrial ambient that I recommend. Main.

But that also means all my old files full of material that haven't even shown up here yet are backed up, but I'm in the mood to rewrite most of it, yank what's here, and let the next paper crane unfold.

Donryu has unleashed a genie that cannot be put away.
Mothigator Chapter Combine is coming

That cake is obviously poisoned.

Before realizing my goof, I poured orange juice into a bowl this morning. I stood staring at it while slowly recapping the oj pitcher. Why waste a cup at this point, I figured.

1. The War of Advantage
2. The Grey Rebellion -or- Titan's Schism
3. The Battle of Merciful Hands

The rhino Wunket Iwn grew up in what would become Veldt District after her retirement later in her life. She was a quickly rising star in a martial-tribal culture on a still tumultuous continent despite the example set by the Assembly. Her dedication to combat proficiency and etiqette, in and out of combat, landed her in the role of head speaker. This limited her sparring opportunities, but gave her time to devote to her family as well as the aesthetic duties and technical matters of her position.

Nearing the threshold of her inevitable dip into old age, she received report that one of her greatest influences, the old nun Sangmu Sengemo, had been searching in vain for a sacred relic kept hidden from her by a network of thieves hoping to sway her influence in the Assembly. They were toying with her heroine, and though not in her neighborhood, they were reachable by land. She flew into a rabid rage, rallying the bulk of her people to swarm across the continent until they got back what Sangmu was due.

She says I'm boring her camera it takes more to delight the cadaver
Night eyes on icy patrol
Yours were not so nazi feline
Mine were as dead as monks and our particles are in motion

Night eyes producing ashes we love to view unfortunate passions
Still she brings my photo to bed
No mere limp verse could incite identity destruction
Our particles are in motion

Sometimes we're not legible but we're the same strange animal
Let them say our love is peculiar don't care
There's only now no ever after, we won't let this end in disaster
You are my twin no I will never go there

Someone cut off Fender's head and stuck it on a pile of leaves!

Don't look at me like i'm fricking frankenstein...

gabaladibibidad

A certain someone is laying on their side holding a bagel in both hands.
"beep, beep! Merraerrrruuh k...k...hissmaauuua? loo' aaah....*sniff* boofah lyse aey ZISS naybrooeuh! Wayoo go zhzhhrone? *giggle* *giggle* *giiiiiiggul* *cry* *giggle*"

I will attempt to translate, bur I could be wrong: "Beep, Beep! Merry Christmas! Look at all the lights in THIS neighborhood! Where you going, Drone? *giggle* *giggle* *giggle* *cry* *giggle*"

I've never had to force quit textedit before, and its playing hardball. Fix you good...there. I tend to leave it open for days.

I haven't been able to think of much to write about Roch, Paladin, Penelope, or Nax. I've been focused mainly on Agatha/Tekka and Gorczak/Gwen material lately. Even though she's only brought in a few times, I still want to work on Freaky Beth. I have a decent amount on Claudia I haven't even put in yet.

None of them are going to come out in order. It's more like reminiscing than reading it out of a history book or diary. Most often i just can't bear to dwell upon the events, and end up with alot of fart jokes, maybe an updog setup, a sock it to me, or maybe even whip out if you see kay. But it would be a very boring read if I produced 30 pages of them going to town for a burger or flying kites, although I could cover the mundanities in crappy comic strip form. Everyone's doing it, right?

"Hey Nagav, say something stupid!"
"Hey Nagav, say something stupid!"

Has there been any other foe, besides Gato/Gonzales, that actually *wanted* you to kick their ass? Ultross seemed to like it, but I can't be sure.

Ever belch so hard while drinking flat soda, you put the fizz back into it?

Hey, almost 100 views.
That's a level-up point, and then we do some special pic or pile of words for the occasion, right?
Well, I don't wanna.

There, that's better.

I'm drawing a cactus right now, in a terra cotta pot with sand. Cacti like that, right? *shakes the picture*"Yes I do, Drone!"
Thank you professor cactus, It's wonderful to hear from you again.