ITP: a Mary Sue fever.

[capthlock_rage]

[In the dessert line this evening, there is a young man deep in thought, making a valiant effort to choose between the angel's food cake and the devil's food cake.]

[Suddenly:]

[COLLAPSES DRAMATICALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MESS HALL]

((ETA at work and on a slow computer means dropping a lot of threads for now. Ping me if you want to pick up later.))