Dec 21, 2011 15:32
[Hello, Luceti. Have a sad-looking mermaid standing on the shore of the snowy beach. In the background, a pile of soaking plywood and bits of fabric and clothes have washed onto the shore, with more floating in on each crashing wave.]
...It looks like my house floated away.
[She sighs, holding in a sniffle.] ...Again.