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So I'm playing in The Worst RPG Ever. Seriously.
Our David Bowie is in his late thirties and still calling himself Ziggy Stardust. Kurt Cobain has mysteriously risen from the dead. Everyone is having illicit gay sex everywhere regardless of orientation. Our Scott Weiland uses anime smilies. It's terrible.
(I still play in it, because it's like my crack, but it's terrible.)
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, our Brian Molko turns up pregnant.
There is not enough headdesk in the WORLD, man.

Today is not a very good day. I think I'll blame it on the fact that it's the 31st. Back to school in a week, which will lead to college applications and career choices and figuring out what I want to do with my life. Ew.
And other stuff, but it's a bit of a bad idea to talk about that here, I think.

Someone should come and kidnap me tomorrow. That would brighten my mood considerably, I think.

"Do you know what I say to myself all the time? I mean all the time- twenty times a day. I say to myself, 'I've got to get out of here.'"
Ishmael frowned, puzzling over this.
"I'll be taking a shower or washing the dishes or waiting for the bus, and that's what'll pop into my head: 'I've got to get out of here.'"
"What does it mean?"
"I don't know."
He grunted. "Of course you know."
"It means... Run for your life."
"Is your life in danger?"
"Yes."
"From what?"
"From everything. From people walking into schoolrooms with machine guns. From people bombing airplanes and hospitals. From people pumping nerve gas into subways. From people dumping poison in the water we drink. From people cutting down the forests. From people destroying the ozone layer. I don't really know all this stuff, because I don't want to listen. Do you know what I mean?"
"I'm not sure."
"I mean, do you think I know what an ozone layer is? I don't. But they say we're poking holes in it, and if the holes get big enough, we're going to start dying like flies. They say the rain forests are like the planet's lungs, and if we cut them down, we'll suffocate. Do you think I know if this is right? I don't. One of my teachers said that as many as two hundred species of plants and animals go extinct every day because of what we're doing to this planet. I remembered that- I've got a good memory for stuff like that- but do you think I know if it's true? I don't, but I believe it. This same teacher says that we're adding fifteen million tons of carbon dioxide to the air every day. Do you think I know what this means? I don't. All I know is that carbon dioxide is a poison. I don't know where I saw it or heard it, but the suicide rate among teenagers has tripled in the last forty years. Do you think I go looking for this stuff? I don't. But it jumps out at me anyway. People are eating the world alive."
Ishmael nodded. "So you've got to get out of here."
"That's right."

- My Ishmael, by Daniel Quinn

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you... and SO MUCH CRACK. I still need to see that Puppet Pal thing, because I've been told (by you, of course) my life is incomplete without it.
No talk of pain, and truth, and choice and other poison devils!
You're right. Today does suck. I'd like to kidnap you tomorrow, you see, but I'm hiding from all humanity, except for mom and the cat.
Hopefully I'll be good by friday.

maybe I could... e-kidnap you or something.

Potter Puppet Pals One and Two.
Truth is choice, and choice leads to pain, and pain leads to the Dark Side. Ergo if you are honest you become Darth Vader. OOOH.
It's cool, you can kidnap me some other time. And use a wagon.

I would wince in extreme pain if I weren't so very intrigued

...

Who exactly do you play?

It's far too embarrassing even to say- I'm kind of paranoid that people will find out about this in detail and the mocking will never cease. Suffice to say that he is a prolific emo frontman with funny hair and a vendetta against Clear Channel.
...
Dammit. I think I just gave it away.

Oh no worries dear ^__^

*runs off to find said RPG*

You play risen Cobain, don't you?

*shifty eyes*

Or Ziggy.

Oh. You play Ziggy.

Nerd.

ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME?! *cries*
hinthintICONhint

Er. Wait. Not that icon, THIS one.

. . .

You are one sick puppy.

I know. I know.
*hangs head in shame*

It's okay.

Well all have our vices. :)