The bit when you spend an hour just thinking about the nature of life or something, then realize you're horribly late and have to speed through actually washing and drying your hair.
Due to the new RPGC, this is going to be put on hold for me. I don't want to screw up and rush out an 8,000 word short story about the Battle of El Alamein again.
Welcome to the Guild! You've come just in time for our (kinda sorta monthly-ish not really I dunno how the schedule works I haven't looked at a calendar in years) writing contest, which you may or may not be interested in based on how much time you've got to spare.
I'm a weeaboo communist. Are you surprised?
EDIT: You probably are now, but I'm not going to tell you why you wouldn't have been like two years ago. You get to agonize over that yourself.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I'm a weeaboo communist. Are you surprised?<br><br>EDIT: You probably are now, but I'm not going to tell you why you wouldn't have been like two years ago. You get to agonize over that yourself.</div>