[Belatedly Private, except not. Darn event.]
( Cut for huge, blinking text and direct mention of man-parts. ...Yeah. )

Uuuuuuugh, my head.... Where the fuck am I? Man, how much did I have to drink last night? I can't remember how I got here at all!

...Orrrrr where I'm actually supposed to be.

...Or why I'm wearing this armor.

...Or... anything, really.

...

Fuck.

OK, OK, OK, amnesia, great. Alright, I've gotta remember something. C'mon, Dex, think...Oh, hey ( Read more... )