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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
Bio
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
Ever heard of the phrase bird in hand beats two in the bush? I'd rather have one solid RPer in the game contributing than to cater to whatever it is someone has planned for five seasons down the road. And I know you feel the same way.
Pfft. All you people sharing your secret plans. I would never allow another to see behind the curtain!
*contemplates killing @Master Bruce to ensure his silence*
I'm trying to figure out how to approach someone who picked up a new character which may kybosh something I was eventually planning on rolling out at the end of this season/start of next.
@Master Bruce's decision to only have the game progress 3 months kind of messed me around, so if you want to collaborate in a murder/body disposal, we have shared interests.
Nope, sorry. Comics rules apply here. Only way to go back is to A) make a deal with the devil, B) get shot with a "time bullet," or C) talk to @Sep and get Iris to fuck the timeline for you.
... or, y'know, do whatever. I doubt the butterfly wing flaps of re-writing your first post are going to create any tsunamis down the road, continuity-wise.
*Booster Gold cries as Rip Hunter drags him away by the ear*
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>
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