Ye olde voice test, and apparently I treat my musebox more like dear_mun.

[duderaider]

I get to go somewhere else now? Uh. Yeah. Sure. Great. Fantastic! He-HEY, why not. It's not like anyone's gonna listen to me now, huh?

[AH HA HA... ha...]

Being perpetually trapped in a 1950's la-la land with an imaginary wife and kids was GREAT and all, but let's just say I'm keeping my fingers more than a little crossed for getting a LITTLE

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[broke_his_heart]

You were trapped where, Nate?

Actually, I'm not sure I really wanna know about that. Imagining you with kids is kinda impossible. [Cause then it makes her think of her having kids and them... well yeah. BACK ON TOPIC.]

So if not crazyland, perhaps frustrating fantasyland? Or maybe horrorland? I'm sure there are plenty of different flavors you could try to help her pick from, Nate. Or at least nudge her in the direction of.

Right?

WHOO.

[duderaider]

It's a quaint little hellhole called Mayfield. And the wife and kid-types are called drones, around there. Some kinda souless shit. The kids don't even look like me. And it, uh, kinda got weirder after that...

[You eventually being his wife there and all.]

Horrorland I've been to. Remember the nazi zombies?

:3

[broke_his_heart]

Sounds like domestic zombies to me. What a story that would make! [... she's joking. Honest.]

Weirder huh? You plan on explaining or just leaving me in the dark there cowboy?

... you thought I could forget them?

[duderaider]

Don't tell me you're serious, Elena. [SIGH.] Better than everyone suggesting I just lock 'em in the basement anyway.

Well, uh. Depends on if you really wanna know.

... not really.

love the name, WHO IS THIS

[duderaider]

Oh, yeah.

Or let's not and say we did.

HI

[duderaider]

Like getting shot? That sounds great!

[YEAH SARCASTIC LAUGHING.]