So. We're supposed to write down our wishes on these little scraps of paper, and then see what happens, huh? Ain't that...nice... Heheh... Guess I could wish these goddamn wings away--but that'd be a fuckin' waste since they'll prob'ly go away on their own. Eventually. But no... there's really only one thing I want from this hell-hole: home. ( Read more... )

Well, I was all set to try and cover up these damn wings when I went into work today, but the damn cloak I was wearing kept getting in the way, so I took it off. Didn't seem to matter much, though. About half the townies had even stupider looking wings than mine--and I guess the other half figured I'd rip their goddamn wings off if they gave me ( Read more... )

What the--? Oh, man... I got wings. Butterfly wings. Big...pink butterfly wings. That sparkle.

Y'know what? Fuck it. I don't even give a shit. I'm just gonna go back to bed and sleep 'til it's all over. Somebody wake me when everything's back to normal, okay?