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Concrit is welcome. ♥ I only ask that you please point out specifics, so that I know what to work on. I promise I will not be upset if you think there's something that needs improvement. In fact, I appreciate honesty, so that's all I ask for. Blatant flaming will be ignored (though trolling may be indulged if up to my standards of hilarity).

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Also, if you would rather, I can be reached on AIM under disamsmyexplorer or emailed at edgeofsilk[at]yahoo[dot]com.

Argh. I'm finally making one of these. IN PROGRESS FOREVER. Also, if I forgot someone (and I'm sure I did), please tell me.

( pretentious lyrics go here )

I need a fucking zippo.

HOW THE HELL CAN YOU EVEN GET WIND WHEN YOU'RE IN A BOWL?

Don't answer that.

[ There's a few smudges, like he started to write something then scratched it out. ]

Okay, fuck it, this is gonna sound weird, but I'm just gonna come out and ask. Did anyone see me at the Marketplace today? If so, what was I doing?

Thank God, it's the weekend.

[[ ooc: In Eyepatch's recent log with Handmaiden, Ghost Jr possessed Eyepatch briefly and did fire off his gun--no one was injured--and Eyepatch came to after Handmaiden restrained him. So feel free to have your character have witnessed this. ]]

Dear Tree,

Fuck you. I demand a refund.

OH DEAR GOD, THERE'S GLITTER, AND THIEVES, AND APPLES, AND

eh, fuck it

I'm off work, I'm bored, and I need a distraction so I don't empty out my last goddamn pack within the next hour. There's a game downstairs involving FLYING BALLS. You heard that right, folks.

Who's all coming with me?

Yeah, about those loud sounds from the public kitchens? Everything's totally under control. No problems over here.

But if you were planning on using them today, you might wanna wait awhile.

Everything's fine. Really.

[Added in later:] Calling someone from Housekeeping or Maintenance.

We're keeping it. Of course, we're keeping it. I knew this would happen. Don't ask Zombie if he likes it, because obviously he doesn't, and that's why the little shit machine is running around our house now, goddammit, why.

Christ. Where do they even sell dog food here?

As a side note. THANKS FOR THE CAMERA, DICKFACE.

Fucking Christ.


I'm not asking for an explanation. Not this time. I don't want one because I can actually think of a few possibilities, and all I can conclude from that is ignorance is bliss.

This is because I was complaining about being bored the other day, huh? That whole "be careful what you wish for" bullshit logic. Anyway.

BOSSMAN. I'm calling in a sick day, unless you really want me to show up naked.

Zombie, consider this your first lesson in niceness and bring me home a pack of smokes.

[[Eyepatch's payment for his memory crystal is being stuck in a curtain dress for a week. Yep.]]