Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta
Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta
Oh hi there! So okay I did some stuff today but it wasn't like totally amazing stuff but I'm still going to talk about it here because it has been far too long since I've talked to myself like this and I ought to start doing it again okay ready set go.
I played a game with a guy and I lost some credits. He was all like [collectors]monte.carlo: come play some CRAPS!
and I was all like Brakelatabasaasta: Yay!
And I lost, and then I lost, and then I lost again, and then I won.
And that's it.
Well y'know what? That was boring! Let's pad out this talky-time with a good old-fashioned STORY.
Brakelatabasaasta Tells Tales of
Major Interest and Minor Importance
We begin on an ordinary day in an ordinary place. An ordinary place that is also in the space-place, because it's a space-place station. It's a pretty small space-place station, with the standard things that a station of its kind requires in order to keep the people on it alive and generally happy. Like running water, and electric massage chairs.
But OH NO, major plot twist, there's an EVIL SORCERER on the station! This sorcerer, named Miserix, is a shape-changey magical-guy who wants to DESTROY EVERYTHING for some completely illogical and ill-defined reason.
There's also a NOBLE HERO named Mavrah on the station, and he's going to vanquish this mysterious evil by hitting it a lot with some sort of club-like instrument.
And-- oh. I guess that's exactly what he does. I kinda gave it all away right there, didn't I? See, I was gonna have the good guy go on some epic quest of greatness to build up to the final battle, but it just didn't end up happening that way. Also, Miserix was going to turn out to be a perfectly inanimate filing cabinet with a bunch of colorful sequins hot-glued all over it, and it would have been a totally shocking twist that would create all sorts of tension between the heroic hero and the obligatory love-interest. But I kind of abandoned that plan after I decided to roll with the idea that Comic Relief Character A would get slain in a battle against about twelve robot space-sharks. Then Mavrah was going to blame that guy's death on himself and get all sulky which would have made the story get really dark and intense.
That's what the people like, you know. Dark and intense.
I suppose it does get rather dark when you're in tents, really. Assuming you forgot to bring a lamp.
The same could probably be said for dumpsterhomes, too. But I've got a few lamps around here that help to light the place up. In my old mobile home, though, darkness really was a problem. It was entirely enclosed, and the only light-source I had was the light in the little refrigerator that I used to keep my shirts cold. So I had to leave it open all the time if I ever wanted see. And that made everything cold, which was a real drawback to living in my mobile home.
That's at least one of the reasons that I sold it and moved back to my dumpster, anyway. But... why am I telling myself things I should already know?
Hm.
Well, what else is worth saying here?
Oh, right. The [color=#66FF99]Official Treeple Threat-Level Indicator'¢ is currently resting at Code Chartreuse. Not entirely relaxed, but not really at full alert, either. The Tree People of Omi-Sig-Mega-Tau Eleventy-Eight are definitely still out there, but they're not entirely here, you know what I'm saying?
Because I don't.
Anyway, that ought to wrap it up. I think I'll head off to find an electric massage chair now. Not so much for the fact that it can massage me, but more for the comforting "VVVVVVVV-VVVV-VVVV" noise it makes while doing so.
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