in which skip wonders about the social skills (or lack thereof) of the tale populace;
[Private to Katie.]
As much as I enjoy your company, Katie, I'm afraid I'll have to postpone any future dates, real or imaginary, until you're able to go out unchaperoned.
[/Private to Katie.]
[Private to the Pigs.]
Hang in there, douchefags. Just think: By this time next week, we'll be on our way to drinking daiquiris pool-side by some sexy latina bitches.
[...]
Yes, Nate, before you ask: There will be little drink-umbrellas.
[/Private to the Pigs.]
What the fuck is with people announcing their social plans on the Compendium? Let's go drinking! Let's go for coffee! Let's take a stroll down a dark alley/white trash abortion clinic!
Are you people so desperate that you'll announce your whereabouts to an anonymous populace? Well. Not entirely anonymous. There's always Jack the Ripper, but apparently he's been reduced to stalking these days. What is the world coming to?
Doesn't anyone (besides yours truly, of course) have friends outside of the goddamn Tale community? Why don't you bother them once in a while rather than clogging up the pages of the Compendium with your insufferable begging for human interaction? If you're really desperate, try the internet. Maybe you'll find people more on your level of social ineptitude.