I turned around slowly in front of the mirror. It...was...perfect. I stepped down and thanked the dressmaker guy and went to find Laura, who was my best...woman? Maid of honor? Oh well, my right-hand chick-on-the-job. We'd known each other since high school, and she was just as nervous as I was. Then I made the mistake of looking at a clock and realized we were late.
"Oh crap, Laura, I'm late! Again! And this time it's my own wedding! GAH!" Laura, being the casual soul she is, kept her calm and got me there in time.
Oh wait, no she didn't. Laura panicked too and we spent a few minutes just standing there screaming at each other until Jacques (The dressmaker guy) told us to get out. At least I assume that's what all that shouting in Gallic was. Something like Les filles folles! Sortez de ma boutique et y aller, il ya un homme impatient vous attend!, but I don't know Gallic. He could have been screaming curses at us for all I know.
We got to the hangar okay, but those stupidheads said that nobody was allowed to take off because of a bit of rain. I think. We did a bit more screaming until some guy named Bob asked what was wrong. I told him that we were late, we couldn't take off, and the wedding was ruined and everything, but then Frankly-thing-bob (You know him, right? Me and Brakky adopted him once upon a time) came and said that the rain had stopped, but Brakky was going to the chapel!
I told Frankly to go tell Brakky that Bert was okay to fly, then went to find Tookie.
Zealot Wrote:Just go play the game and have fun dammit.
Treewyrm Wrote:all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.
