|While checking my cool and horribly official LumTracker to see if anyone was linking to my page, I found this still probably under construction page, with a tale of the tail… apparently there is now a market for sex in UO. I’m torn whether to petition Designer Dragon to implement “very special emote macros” (not unattended, mind you) or just aim an EMP bomb at every single facility hosting a UO shard. But I don’t know, there’s something about that pixilated leather outfit that just draws me in… I don’t know, maybe she appreciates a good writer… maybe if I emoted more in game… maybe if I made her the site’s official mascot… do they have whips in game yet?
Excuse me, I need to wash my hands with disinfectant now.
Sorsha the Amazing UO Cyberwhore, when asked for comment, spat at me and demanded more nightshade, “the good stuff this time, not that wack Vesper shit”
When I was a young punk I dyed my hair, sneered at everyone, and thought “Kill your parents” was an arch joke. Now my generation dyes their hair (to hide the grey), sneers at the camera, and exhorts you to let your parents die for their stock options. We have
you are the perfect draw the perfect draw the perfect draw
As entertainment a while back, I used to tell the story of World War One. It was great fun at parties. I’d get rolling during work lunches at bougie little lunch places, and half of the establishment would be staring balefully at our table around the time I cut