I. Light is Spent.
As the French say, tais-toi. Collectively, if you please.
Save for you, Rose Bloom. I should think a bit more of that vitriolic chaos is just the antidote for the belchy sort of vague goodness floating around these pages.
If you were wondering where I was (and dear Christ, I hope you weren't), here's the explanation for my absence: on the whole, I detest you all.
Oh dear. Well, they say honesty is the best policy.
Save for you, Rose Bloom. I should think a bit more of that vitriolic chaos is just the antidote for the belchy sort of vague goodness floating around these pages.
If you were wondering where I was (and dear Christ, I hope you weren't), here's the explanation for my absence: on the whole, I detest you all.
Oh dear. Well, they say honesty is the best policy.