3rd August 2003, 12:03 PM
When I came back from the Bradshaw Family Funhouse I discovered that my beloved PC was brutally raped and murdered by a bolt of lightning. Therefore, my prescence within these hallowed halls will be quite limited for an unforseeable length of time. I'll do my best to try and keep track of goings-on but until I can pony enough GP to replace my pooter, I'm going to have to pretend to be Ice-9 for awhile.
But at least I have a good reason.
But at least I have a good reason.
YOU CANNOT HIDE FOREVER
WE STAND AT THE DOOR
WE STAND AT THE DOOR