M is for Myg

It didn’t go well for Torvalpac’s re-entry to Baku folks. Not at all.

First, Romana went to try to engage the locals in some meaningful dialogue. Get a sense of the community, see if she could tease out the elders. But apparently somebody, or multiple somebodies, kept turning her into space slime. She had to jet out. Read more

I went to Zephyr (128, 128, 24) yesterday looking for new spokes for my bike. As cool as it looks, that place has always given me the creeps. But not in a good way.

Yesterday while wandering around the dead, foresaken streets I got some answers. Read more

There is something about Philadelphia that just attracts bullshit.

It was an evening of the usual. Watching Lisa torment Vanny at their love mansion. More reconciliation talks with Ben that go on and on much more than they need. Watching impatiently as Torvalpac in his bored misbegotten frenzy filled up our screens with text spam about, I don’t even know what because I didn’t bother to read it. Grimacing as Gala gave the cold shoulder Cemetary Slade who stupidly wandered into Section 8 looking for who knows what. More peace talks with Gala on behalf of Starr? Either way it was a bad move, if you ask me. She was tolerant for awhile, then orbited his ass. In case it’s not obvious yet, Gala’s tolerance for people who annoy her is rather low.

And Gala’s patience was particularly low last night, after receiving yet another threat against her and Section 8. Oh there’s more, just below the fold. Read more