... Or... Dick, I am not actually completely sure. WHAT IS WITH THAT ANYWAY? The two most androgynous people I have ever met just so happened to be MARRIED. Weird goddamn world. Anyway. Read here for a Redlight Freak Out. Good for giggles when you remember he is actually kind of powerless at this point. Give Alex some love people, it is anti-social as shit and I will enjoy it being annoyed by your comments.
I made a discovery yesterday. See, I have never tried anything alcoholic before now. And after that BOTCHED... Ugh... I figured it was time to finally see what it was like. So. After entering a friendly bar, Gleeman got something that he promised was alcohol. Considering EVERYONE ELSE GOT DRUNK, I assume it WAS Alcohol. It did exactly NOTHING to me. Meaning. My current transhuman state has made me FRIGGEN IMMUNE TO BEING DRUNK...
I would start commenting on the state of affairs in the world, but you people... I mean. God. Carter's being enigmatic as shit and I don't care. Kelevra's about to go DIE, and I don't care. Sanna is... Well Sanna is being pretty funny actually. Hehehehehe. Phil is Phil and needs to DIE. Sagey's Gone or Dead or something. Sad. All the HEROES have been crushed, beaten, thrown aside and gone to the great stalking grounds in the sky. All that is left... Is cleanup. YOU FINE READERS. What exactly are you all doing to fix your problems? Really. NAME SOMETHING. Anything. You are all meandering through life, keeping your heads down and working towards vague and undefined goals that will ultimate amount to NOTHING. HAHAHA. But you know what your worst crime is? All of you... Every single one of you... Is a SHITTY conversationalist. I have trouble finding ways to INSULT you all. Aside from Sanna. But really, what is there left to insult aside from growing psychopathy?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. This sucks.
We have a... New Short Term Goal however. One of Redlight's Minions has been an enormous PAIN IN THE ASS. Not a Cute pain like Morgan. A Large SHARP Impaling Spike type Pain in the Ass. The Wiseman. Formerly a Scribe that went rogue in pursuit of... Something. We don't know. He is a secretive piece of shit. Likes to cosplay as the Archangel, which confused the hell out of Dr. Marsh a few months back. The Old Fart's been interfering for TOO LONG. So we're gonna hunt his ass down and make sure he STAYS DEAD THIS TIME.
... So. How does everyone feel? Everyone had a Good Day? Favorite Food? Favorite Band? I bet Sanna's is Bon Jovi. Heheheheheh.