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matrixrefugeeTedious work day. And I had to nip over to the bank and withdraw some money for the dental appointment I've got tomorrow. I'm dreading it already: what else are they going to find?
And that security breach was all my fault. I should take my MxO faction buddy "Mal"'s advice and avoid the official forums like the plague. If you go on there and admit you're a Merv faction player, you get jumped on by Zionite teenyboppers and sneered at by Machinists. I am sick and tired of this faction being everyone's whipping boy, and I am going to petition the devs to back off and let someone else take all the slings and arrows for a change, because this is making it Not Fun At All to be on the Exiles' side. As I keep saying over and over and over again, "Let Exiles have their peace!"
I started internally venting, and unfortunately, who should be privy to it, but the Merv himself. He asked me what was bothering me, and before I could stop myself, I'd blabbed everything about the danged Tinkertoy and all its devs and all their dumb plots lately. He took it calmly, but as soon as my back was turned, I sensed him flying into one of his towering rages, the kind that cause windstorms in the Chateau subdimension and break glass in any windows near him. Unfortunately, Flood had the bad luck to inadvertantly get in the middle of this, and he got thrown rump-first into a wall. Thus the snarky fellow is out of commission for a few days, while he's letting his shell mend the bruises and the chips in his bones, poor baby. The Merv's rage was so great, it blew out the connection between him and I, and thus I've only had fits and starts from him all night. I've heard him yelling things about wanting the devs' heads all in a row on the wall of the trophy room in the Chateau and something about stringing up Paul Chadwick by the thumbs.
I really could use a copy of that book Thessaly's reading at the end of "The Sandman: The Kindly Ones"; I think the title of it was something like "When Real Things Happen to Imaginary People".
And that security breach was all my fault. I should take my MxO faction buddy "Mal"'s advice and avoid the official forums like the plague. If you go on there and admit you're a Merv faction player, you get jumped on by Zionite teenyboppers and sneered at by Machinists. I am sick and tired of this faction being everyone's whipping boy, and I am going to petition the devs to back off and let someone else take all the slings and arrows for a change, because this is making it Not Fun At All to be on the Exiles' side. As I keep saying over and over and over again, "Let Exiles have their peace!"
I started internally venting, and unfortunately, who should be privy to it, but the Merv himself. He asked me what was bothering me, and before I could stop myself, I'd blabbed everything about the danged Tinkertoy and all its devs and all their dumb plots lately. He took it calmly, but as soon as my back was turned, I sensed him flying into one of his towering rages, the kind that cause windstorms in the Chateau subdimension and break glass in any windows near him. Unfortunately, Flood had the bad luck to inadvertantly get in the middle of this, and he got thrown rump-first into a wall. Thus the snarky fellow is out of commission for a few days, while he's letting his shell mend the bruises and the chips in his bones, poor baby. The Merv's rage was so great, it blew out the connection between him and I, and thus I've only had fits and starts from him all night. I've heard him yelling things about wanting the devs' heads all in a row on the wall of the trophy room in the Chateau and something about stringing up Paul Chadwick by the thumbs.
I really could use a copy of that book Thessaly's reading at the end of "The Sandman: The Kindly Ones"; I think the title of it was something like "When Real Things Happen to Imaginary People".
