What. The. Hell.

Something weird is going on, and I don't like it. Not one bit. One hour ago I had a vague idea of what html is and how it works. Now, I could write this whole damn entry in flashing sparkle text -which I don't thankyouverymuch- and and explain why it works and come up with my own code. Not to mention I'm horrified that ( Read more... )

Are you kidding me?!

Sit me down, hand me a creepy orange, and tell me this is all just a big, stupid, joke.  I mean, come on. This?  We were pulled from our worlds, our lives in order to fight to save this?  It's a goddamn wasteland!  How can it possibly be worth saving?

Edit:  Okay.  I gave it some thought.  Maybe this situation is like Yousewell ( Read more... )

[There is some static and muffled curses as Edward fumbles with his newly found PDA]

"...is this?  A, uh, radio?  When did I get a...aw, screw it.  Major Miles!  Major Miles, do you copy?"

"C'mon! Major Miles, anybody?  What hell happened here?!  This place looks like a fricken war zone!  I don't even recog....I don't recognize it."

[Ed's voice grows ( Read more... )