November
So, I've decided I need to buckle down and practice manipulating time and fate and all that happy horseshit. How do you learn to do anything? Work your ass off at it. So.
Huh, guess I should go back to the beginning... nutshell: Victor is dead, hopefully the stalker cheerleader ghost is gone on into the light.
Long Version:
Everyone was sitting around doing their usual mental masturbation routine, as well as contemplating a frontal assault on the ghost. I've been practicing getting a feeling for fate and all, and told them that frontal assault meant: suicide. And I, at least, wasn't going to join the kool-aid party, thanks.
Anyway, after a couple dozen repetitions, Pompous Twit got the idea, and big bad leader guy decided maybe there was something to do with connections, so they basically shortened the line between the two big baddies so maybe she could get to him without quite so large a pile of bodies.
Anyway, I kind of watched as my fellow Acanthus played yo-yo with time until people got it right and glued Victor's feet to the floor so that they could be torn from the rest of his body. Basically.
Anyway, there's been fuck-fall in the way of fighting. I've been stretching my mental muscles, but letting the others get a little soft, so I'm getting together with a buddy to do some sparring. Oh, and next on our plates might be killer ghost cars, so I'm seeing if Heros can find me some kind of snow plow for ghosts or something that I can put on my truck.
With the look he gave me, I conclude that most of these guys have the imagination of a rock.
Huh, guess I should go back to the beginning... nutshell: Victor is dead, hopefully the stalker cheerleader ghost is gone on into the light.
Long Version:
Everyone was sitting around doing their usual mental masturbation routine, as well as contemplating a frontal assault on the ghost. I've been practicing getting a feeling for fate and all, and told them that frontal assault meant: suicide. And I, at least, wasn't going to join the kool-aid party, thanks.
Anyway, after a couple dozen repetitions, Pompous Twit got the idea, and big bad leader guy decided maybe there was something to do with connections, so they basically shortened the line between the two big baddies so maybe she could get to him without quite so large a pile of bodies.
Anyway, I kind of watched as my fellow Acanthus played yo-yo with time until people got it right and glued Victor's feet to the floor so that they could be torn from the rest of his body. Basically.
Anyway, there's been fuck-fall in the way of fighting. I've been stretching my mental muscles, but letting the others get a little soft, so I'm getting together with a buddy to do some sparring. Oh, and next on our plates might be killer ghost cars, so I'm seeing if Heros can find me some kind of snow plow for ghosts or something that I can put on my truck.
With the look he gave me, I conclude that most of these guys have the imagination of a rock.