Not mygself - met a stranger xvii
Posted by myg
Fog rolled off the city like a fat woman from an old couch, and I watched it through sticky waking up eyes. I no longer felt at home in this place, though this time at least I knew exactly where I was. It was who I was that I was having trouble with.
I didn’t feel right. I felt slow, bloated, unwell. I wasn’t thinking straight and couldn’t remember the last time I had been. Maybe it’s my diet of snow caps and diet fraps, I wanted to believe. But I didn’t. Who could?
I caught this view of myself had to sit down real quick as my stomach dropped to my toes. What the hell happened to my freckles? Who the hell was this pale worm of the underworld staring back at me? It wasn’t Myg. It couldn’t be.
I thought I’d better get out of town for awhile - I didn’t want anyone to see me like this until I had some answers. But where to go?
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Uh, Alex? Is it just me, or umm, is Myg starting to look kinda hawt these days? Cute before, but now, hmmm…
And usually when a girl says she’s feeling bloated, it’s never a good thing, but in this case, I think it can only lead to better things ahead.
I know, maybe we should go round up lots and lots of the womens and let Lisa and Vanny perform more of their special at-home makeovers? Okay, sure, we might have to have the women wear turtlenecks for a few days afterwards, but so far, I’m liking it!
You’re a sick man, Wrath. Myg has *always* been hawt but you start to notice it just as she loses all pigment and starts complaining? Complaining of feeling bloated? What kind of site do you think we’re running here?
And I’m all for rounding up lots of women, but hand them over to Lisa and Vanny? I don’t think they need our help, and frankly, they’re already turning the women away from the men in droves.
But maybe we could capture Lisa and Vanny and extract whatever voodoo serum they’ve got in those fangs and put it to our own nefarious uses. Risky, but the payoff could be HUGE.
Dangit, dude, I don’t have time to argue with you, Alex - I can’t help it if I have thing for a loss of pigmentation! You knew this about me when … wait, I guess no one knew about that about me, so never mind, then.
HOLD EVERYTHING! You think what Lisa and Vanny did means Myg is going to be turning away from men?? The story is not supposed to end up that way, dude!!
Is this turning into a chick flick? Is the soundtrack performed by Celene Dion? Am I going to have to start reading each episode with a date?
And what the hell am I still doing reading this saga anyway, it’s been like XVII episodes since there was even any sex involved!
Crap, got so worked up, now I’M feeling bloated.
..:::WRATH:::.. - Drink the voodoo serum - it will turn into a hawt chick if you do….
Ack! VANNY, get the hell out of my head! I think I hear Lisa calling for you! You’re not even supposed to be in this episode, anyway.
wow, you’re taking this e-blog a little too seriously.
What’s an e-blog?
It’s something they obsess about in South Dakota. Don’t feed the monkeys.
Don’t stop the story.. I am hooked! And I have never been one to get hooked on virtual rp stories! I do think you should…ummm….wander over to a little store… cough.. again sometime.. though. *winks* lol
/me add another name to her “to take care of” list…
Uh oh Vanny is makin a list and checking it twice! Yikes!!!
this internet. it is amazing.
poor torvalpac!
hey, I’m not the one here acting like a game is totally inseparable and identical to reality and then going further and acting like a blog about said game is also serious business to be taken very seriously.
torvald: we’ve been pretty tolerant of you. But you’ve worn out your welcome. I’m sorry you’re so bored and frustrated, but the last comment you left (after this juvenile one above) was just a stupid personal attack. So, I deleted it and banned you. And before you bitch to yourself about free speech–this is not your blog and not your rules. We don’t have to print every cranky letter to the editor. Go complain on your own blog. You can probably get lots of other disaffected friends to hang out with you on a blog that does nothing but complain about how stupid Second Life is. Oh wait, then you wouldn’t be bothering people and getting adolescent self-satisfaction out of being a pain in the ass. Oh well. Anyway, you can’t play here anymore.
Jesus, I have to second that.
First of all - this blog is FICTION. Duh. We’re all group writing a story. What started out as one silly post has evolved into an experiment in collaborative story writing that crosses four languages and two continents. But dude, it’s a story. The only one here who doesn’t get that is you, it appears.
I know you are in dire need of attention, and shit you could have been a hilarious part of this endeavor, and I’m sorry that instead you chose to be a dick to one of my friends. Because I’ll put up with a hell of a lot of nonsense, but not cheap, lame insults to people I like. There’s no place here for that.
Even at 20 years old, I expected better of you man. I’m tremendously disappointed.
Note to any other potential commenters on this “bad torvald” thread: let’s please leave this one alone now and turn our attention to something more interesting, like flies on the ceiling or fortified breakfast cereals.