I’m not really having a great day. Not even a good day. Sub ok day. Let’s put it this way, I’m looking up toward crappy day and wishing.

It’s not the challenge that makes me so upset. That’s fine, challenges are expected. What upsets me is the reward you received is stupidity.

I will be unavailable for a brief time. I need to compose myself. Yes, literally, I’m incorporeal at the moment.

In the long run it’s best to not resist that hard. You’ll lose anyway, so why not just take it easy on the way down.

When I get back to the Deathside I plan on implementing a psychic version of this system. It’s just one step further than what is now.

Pain is an easy emotion. It’s so obvious and apparent. I like sorrow more, it can linger and be a malevolent stalker forever.

Others will tell you that today was a missed opportunity to play. I will say that I’d prefer this to the cold wastelands of the Noan Realms.

It’s a living. Wait, no, it’s a dying.

I just want everyone to be their best. To excel. To be exceptionally tasty. It’s only fair.

You can’t cripple something, then point at the crippled part to explain why you won’t continue to support it because it’s crippled.