Journal [Entry 059] Don't Take Your Guns to Town

Oct 11, 2009 02:06

Shooting at the journals was not amusing on the first occasion, and is even less so as a repeated offence. I have no wish to read around, or write around, bullet-holes caused by idiots.

If, for some unfathomable reason, there are people here who are curious about such things, a simple question would have sufficed.

c:blood (yachiru), idiots everywhere, we are not amused, c:zombie, terse justice is terse, c:juliet, c:lucy, c:kazahana, c:cecdan, what the hell?, somewhere a crime is being committed, c:fred

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esoteric_rose October 11 2009, 01:22:33 UTC
Over simple pictures. Honestly.

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extantlaw October 11 2009, 01:33:51 UTC
I beg your pardon?

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esoteric_rose October 11 2009, 01:38:39 UTC
The journal was shot during a discussion over pictures in the journals.

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extantlaw October 11 2009, 01:55:40 UTC
I see. Even more idiotic than I originally suspected.

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kleptomonkey October 11 2009, 01:29:14 UTC
Zombie did it!

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extantlaw October 11 2009, 01:31:39 UTC
Really. I suppose I should be unsurprised.

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fewterer October 11 2009, 02:13:44 UTC
It was for the sake of art.

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extantlaw October 11 2009, 13:43:19 UTC
I doubt anyone here considers a bullethole through their journal as "artistic"

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snowburned October 11 2009, 01:32:05 UTC
I could think of a few ways for them to make amends for the offense, if the perpetrator can be identified.

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esoteric_rose October 11 2009, 01:32:56 UTC
*arrow drawn to Dani's comment*

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snowburned October 11 2009, 01:33:40 UTC
I see.

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burntorangesky October 11 2009, 02:02:49 UTC
I believe that the person who did it was well aware that all the journals would be affected.

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extantlaw October 11 2009, 13:41:57 UTC
As I said above - even more idiotic than I previously believed.

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/resists urge to start calling him Mr. Edgeworth lemonshine October 11 2009, 02:07:06 UTC
I have to agree with you.

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