|Our sad little lives, your comic relief.|
It's possible that we're merely a group of odd people that managed to find one another over the terrifying techonology that is the internet.
Or - this was all preordained, & we're going to inadvertently bring about the apocalypse. Either way.
Sam was having...issues. So we did....absolutely nothing to help. *shrug*
A few simple instructions...
The RTBS Soul WITT
Freakin Physics class. And in the end, it was all Robyn's fault.
(But kinda worth it to see the flower girl)
Have I mentioned the part where things are Robyn's fault? Robyn & I make Bastion aware of the error of his ways, and traumatize some other Bronzers while we're at it.
(And Bastion - those genetically mutated ferrets? Still haven't seen 'em.)
Scorn on the House of Ridley...