
FROM THE ICY BEACHES OF GORETHUMBRIA TO THE GREAT FIRE OF TROME, THIS KARKNAPPINGCATION HAS BEEN A DAYMARE IN EVERY CONCEIVABLE DIRECTION. I'VE BEEN DANGLED OVER EVERY METAPHORICAL SPIKE PIT THERE IS TO SQUIRM OVER, AND @handMaid WAS THE ONE HOLDING THE ROD AND REEL LIKE A GIGGLING ANGLER STRAIGHT OUT OF HELL EVERY SINGLE TIME. THIS PERNICIOUS FUCKING HARPY HAS REMINDED ME WITH EVERY PLIGHT, PERIL, AND TIME PERIOD AT HER DISPOSAL WHY EVERYONE CALLS THIS MAD, RAVING BITCH "THE DEMONESS." AND FOR ALL THE SHIT SHE JUST PUT ME THROUGH OVER THE LAST FEW DAYS? IT WAS. KIND OF FUN. ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. MAYBE THAT FLAVORDISC REALLY WON ME OVER. I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR ANY COMBINATION OF FLAVORDISC INGREDIENTS TO TASTE SO GOOD THAT IT WOULD COMPLETELY BLOCK MY EVERY POWER OF PERCEPTION TO THE SCREAMING AND BURNING OF AN ENTIRE CITY BEHIND ME. ANCIENT TROMAN FLAVORDISC IS NOW MY NEW FAVORITE STYLE. SUCK IT, EVERYONE WHO CAN'T TIME TRAVEL. GOD. MAYBE MY COWORKERS AREN'T AS PUKE-PROVOKINGLY INTOLERABLE AS I THOUGHT THEY WERE. MAYBE I REALLY AM GETTING TOO COMFORTABLE WITH ALL OF THIS FELT SHIT. ANYWAYS. THE POINT IS: I'M BACK, I'M IN MY PROPER TIMELINE, AND ALL IS RIGHT IN THE WORLD. PICTURE RELEVANT. -- [ #KARKNAPPED SAGA: OVER! ] --






