Truth. Justice. Minesweeper.

Sunday, October 31, 2004

Not much time to write; Hallowe'en is a madhouse around here. I remember this from last year. This is when stupid teenage supervillains really go nuts, and calculating adult supervillains know they have camouflage. Greyghost and Cassie have been running their tails off, and I've been going crazy on the phones to a) coordinate them and b) try to get them some help

Unfortunately, there isn't a lot of help to be had. Bob and One-Eyed Jack are busy fighting their own fires. Prowl just told me to screw off. Icecap, Neontetra, Fantastic Man and Shadow-Falcon aren't answering their phones. Bunch of dorkmongers.
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