|Tuesday, June 17th, 2003|
//climbs out of the box he's been
plotting strategically in//
. . . I made it through the war unscathed, if only because my mun forgot I existed while it was going on. Here's a friendly tip: don't hide in a box for prolonged periods of time. Ouch.
. . . I wonder where Vi is. I hope she's safe.
//wanders the halls of the Quarters//
|Wednesday, April 30th, 2003|
Apparently my wife is pregnant. It's not mine, since I haven't slept with her since I got here. >.<
I'll help her raise the child, of course. It's my duty to her and her baby.
And now she'd like rabbit for dinner. //he ventures outside to catch some for her//
|Tuesday, April 1st, 2003|
I seem to have misplaced my wife. Shh.
|Friday, January 3rd, 2003|
My mun (lovely, misguided little thing that she is) really ought to put me up for adoption, but since I am dashingly handsome and retain the oft-rare ability to spell, she won't. Damn low standards. They are absolutely killing me here.
I think my wife is dead. Oops? That doesn't even sound right coming out of my oh-so-cultured mouth!
//has lips sewn together by his mun//
|Friday, December 13th, 2002|
Hello, my name is Valacar, and I am dazed and confused.
|Wednesday, November 13th, 2002|
Wraithbabies take a tad more out of you than I might have expected.
That said, I'm back to find my wife in mun-chains
. This is very bad, especially because I don't know what this mun is planning.
Vi, I'll get you out! Eventually.
|Wednesday, October 9th, 2002|
All attempts at talking to anyone other than Vi have been quite unsuccessful. I can't imagine why; I think I'm a terribly nice person and not at all impolite.
Talk to me!
|Wednesday, October 2nd, 2002|
Well, hello to all of you wonderfully friendly people out there.
I take it you are the welcoming committe, or something similar?
|Friday, September 27th, 2002|