Aug 29, 2007 14:20
I have a terrible habit of disappearing at the worst times, do I not? Seems the habit of running off for the next area to wonder through has not been shaken off.
... And of all the things to have mutated to, I turned into those vile Prinnies of that flat-chested idiot. It certainly feels quite different than I would have expected... Then again, one can only expect so much without having to have your soul be put into a penguin suit.
... I still have that bag of who knows what that they carry around. Maybe there are practical tools in here.