The Second Game

[calling_cards]

Poor, poor things. However did you survive this long with such terrific luck? Or, rather, lack of. Never fear, what's left of the maggoty Big Apple; you'll find that things are about to get MUCH better. All it takes is a little optimism, which I thankfully have much to spare for those of you going without or are too down-and-out to make ends meet.

Comments

[calling_cards]

Now THAT'S a silly question if I ever saw one. Why wouldn't they get better, hmmm?

[calling_cards]

I only want to see more smiling faces out and about. We're on the brink of progress, and everyone's being so...mopey. Mopey and BORING.

But now I'm here; the healing will begin. Commence obligatory sunshine and slaughter.

[makeyourluck]

Gee, thanks for the heart felt introduction.

[calling_cards]

Anything for you, lamb chop.

[makeyourluck]

Then do me a favor and refrain from mentioning my name in the future.

[calling_cards]

Which one?

[megane_mode]

So, what are you?

[calling_cards]

Woof woof.

[megane_mode]

... 'Woof'? Sounds like a human, then.

[calling_cards]

CONGRATULATIONS.

[lyingbird]

Wh-why should I meet him? He isn't dangerous, is he?

[calling_cards]

Harmless as horsefly, sweetheart. He worked with the police department back in my city quite actively, so you know he's a good man.

All he asks from you is to believe in him. Lack of self-esteem and what-not, y'see.

[ private to self ]

[lyingbird]

sounds like a huge, useless wimp

[lyingbird]

He's a policeman...? W-well, that's good, isn't it?

[LKJSDJFL;oudoiLKML sorry for the massive amounts of fail]

[redeyeswhitedog]

I don't think your help is necessary.

[calling_cards]

That's your problem; you DON'T think. Read a book, why don't you.