[Chalked on the Wall of Rudy Miller's Bedroom | Off-Network]
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Day one hundred and eighty-four of internment. My sentence at Camp Alcatraz was intended to last a period of one month; as of today, I have served six times my due.
Therefore, allow me to reiterate: I want to go home.
In other news, Halloween proved satisfactory. As yet, the candy I received and am currently consuming has not turned my hair blue, nor has it caused steam to come out my ears; despite certain expectations to the contrary, it also appears to be devoid of razor blades, rat poison, and/or cyanide. Mom would be pleased, on all accounts.
His Imperial Majesty Alexander of Macedonia will resume receiving ambassadors as of today. Audiences will be granted in descending order of amount of tribute presented, beginning with the greatest and proceeding down to the least. Such ambassadors are advised to take note and adjust their plans--and tributes--accordingly. Also, be advised that audiences will be suspended for a period of one half-hour this afternoon, when His Imperial Majesty will have his daily walk.
Finally, a query to the Network at large: at what point, if at all, does a Pikachu cease to be a detriment to a starting lineup? Thundershock is quite possibly the most underwhelmingly ineffectual attack I have ever had the misfortune of discovering.
[OOC: ...So yeah, Mike got him Pokemon Yellow for his birthday. Guess who is going to be the very best, like no one ever was? >>]