I killed the thread.
shaking fist at self
You bastard!
The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.
I killed the thread.
shaking fist at self
You bastard!
It's just resting.
Beautiful plumage, isn't it, guvnor?
FWIW, I'm kind of at a loss. Someone must know what happens next!
Well, it's an election, right? There needs to be a debate.
Also, maybe a quick recap is in order, but then there's that whole "I'm really lazy," thing.
t A crowd chanting.
"Re-Count! Re-Count! Re-Count!"
t Booming voice from above.
"I said re-*CAP*, you imbeciles!"
I was thinking debate, and then I was thinking POV, and then I was thinking I would need to create another avatar, and then I whimpered and curled up in the corner.
Dude, this whole conversation is so meta.
I was thinking debate, and then I was thinking POV, and then I was thinking I would need to create another avatar, and then I whimpered and curled up in the corner.
Yeah, I was thinking off screen, with the characters watching it on TV. I mean only one of the characters who'd be involved actually talks.
Dude, this whole conversation is so meta.
How scary is it that we're about this close to starting a Sang Sacre Bureaucracy thread.
Just back away slowly, folks.
"Don't even think it," I say quietly to Bob the Vampire. "Put the remote down and back away."
"But--it's on every channel!"
"Yeah, so?"
"I hate politics! It was tiresome back when you had fun guys like Jefferson and Adams around, it's tiresome now."
"You don't have to watch it. Besides, they're just advertising the debate, it's not even completely scheduled yet. Just be patient--" I give him a suspicious look "--unless this is your way of trying to destract me from the fact that you're watching Charmed repeats again."
"Not! Wouldn't! Maybe."
"Look, we managed to snag that advance copy of the Two Towers extended DVD, let's just watch that."
"Hoo yeah! Eowyn kicking ass."
"You're so predictable." We settle onto the sofa, both with our own bowls of popcorn, as Bob tends to bogart it all if I let him. "Achmed, it's starting!"
"Be right there, sitt! I'm finishing the falafel!"
I look up at Bob. "You do know I'll be watching the debate, right?"
"You don't love me anymore."
"We'll discuss that later. Hush, it's the pretty mountains shot."
Hee!
Knut seems sceptical. "Infiltrate the enemy? Do you think that's a good idea?"
"No, I don't. It's probably a dreadful idea, but every single thing I've done since I came here has had horrendous consequences, even the really harmless stuff. Infiltrating Aeshma's camp will probably suck like the mighty wind, but do you think it will be any worse than fighting mirror demons, or skeletons, or jello-puke monsters?"
Knut thinks it over for a minute, then brightens. "I have a plan!"
"A cunning plan?"
"Cunning and wiley! We could disguise ourselves as our own evil twins. We would be unto Aeshma as the Greeks were to the Trojans."
"Um. Okay, but maybe you shouldn't talk too much when we get there."