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Thanks, guys! I'm glad you liked it. I'm going to be doing a lot of backstory for Jude before I try to get into the current-time action.

That's good

With our rainbow-painted bulldozers of supergay destruction. And our really gay replacement school counselors. What happened to all the normal, possibly-gay school counselors? All out on holiday? "Secure control of internet." Ha. That totally hasn't already happened.

With our rainbow-painted bulldozers of supergay destruction. And our really gay replacement school counselors. What happened to all the normal, possibly-gay school counselors? All out on holiday? "Secure control of internet." Ha. That totally hasn't already happened.

Bleeder used Secretpotion!

Aw jeez, Darkness.

Admit it: you didn't just get Bohemian Rhapsody stuck in your head; Bohemian Rhapsody is always perpetually stuck in everyone's head. Oh mamma mia mamma mia mamma mia let me go Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me for me for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *epic guitar solo* That's awesome! Embrace it. Start sleeping and being unspeakably rude to your peers, and constantly being on your strangely large phone. That's how you do high school nowadays. (Well, that's not how I do high school but it's how a lot of people do high school.) I present to you, the gay agenda, as put forth by LifeJourney Church: That's stupid. Why would we have breakfast then brunch?

Good night, Night Vale. Good night.

Now, dear listeners, a brief public service announcement. Alligators: Can they kill your children? Yes.

I mean, Pence will, but it's good that The Donald won't. I love that I'm the one you mentioned when this came up

Hello, frolicking puppy! I am bleeder. I like music and sport coats. Welcome to the Shard! We love new people! If you ever need anything, feel free to let me know. Oh, hey... don't eat the cookies.

Jude was tired of walking. He’d been walking for what seemed like his whole life. Always moving on. Never staying in the same place for more than a month. He’d been walking so long he almost forgot why he walked. Then a song popped into his head: “Mr Tambourine Man”, by the poet himself, Bob Dylan. And then Jude remembered why he walked. Jude stopped to rest at a sign alongside the roadway; after dusting it off, he could see that it read “MULTNOMAH COUNTY WELCOMES YOU” Standing in the afternoon haze, Jude decided to take a rest. He found a sprawling oak, and took a seat in the shade. How fitting. A tear rolled down Jude’s cheek. And another. And another. He took a shaky breath, and allowed the memories to flood back into his mind. ~ “Come on, Jude, let’s go on in. It should be starting in just a minute!” Jude smiled and picked up his pace. Chris’ voice could make a cinder block blush. They passed a sign advertising the concert they were attending at the Natural Sciences Museum; some band from Southern California as the headliners. It was a free concert, so it made the perfect date opportunity. Jude looked up and saw the stars. Well, the stars and the moon. Well, the stars and the moon and that weird red comet-thing NASA had spotted the previous year. Last he had heard, it was still under investigation. “Jude? Hello, ground control to major Hale?” Chris said, concerned. “Jude, are you alright? Do I need to call an ambulance?” “No, no.” Jude blinked and tore his eyes from the sky above. “I’m good. Just… just a little chilly.” He felt the late autumn air bite against his pale skin. Chris smiled and shook the blond curls from his face. “Good. Here---I’ve got your jacket.” The opening act’s encore ended, and they stepped off the stage. The audience was ready for the main attraction. The guy in the hat stepped up front stage, with his guitar and his denim jacket, while the drummer took his place behind the set. And then the wall crumbled in with a boom. The room filled with smoke, and everyone was screaming, and something was burning. Jude took Chris’ hand. “We need to get out of here.” Chris coughed and nodded. They pushed past the crowd and stumbled out of the doors. A man in a garishly green suit stood there, with bodies at his feet. The man turned towards the two and smiled. Jude felt his stomach lurch. The man in green raised his hand into the air, palm up, as though presenting something. A faint buzzing came from the distance. Jude could only watch as a plague of insects began to eat the flesh off of the dead. Jude could no longer watch this. He lowered his head into his hands. Beside him, Chris choked back tears. The man laughed. And kept laughing. And… he stopped. Jude looked up to see the man in green turning his head in confusion. A faint sound came from midtown. He heard a terrible noise, like the popping of a giant spring, and looked up to see the man in green bounding off into the distance, with strength that should not be possible for a human being with normal leg muscles. The man in green kept jumping away into the distance, until something intercepted him mid-flight. Jude didn’t look long enough to see what it was. “Jude! Jude!” Chris. Jude looked over, and saw Chris running toward an empty car. He followed after, fearing for his life. “Do you know how to drive a stick, Chris?” “Yes? Well, maybe.” Chris was a full year older than Jude, so he had the requisite knowledge to drive them away. He kicked the car into gear, and gunned it down Jones Street.

No, man, these are good questions!

It's called cannabis, not can't-abis. *cue Bob Marley* A Reggae beat started playing in my head when I read this. Congratulations. Sheesh. I had not heard of this. That's terrible; poor New Zealand. Must have been ewe-mungous.

What... What the storm?! What the actual storm?!

Ye Tiny Gods, people are terrible to each other on the Facebook.

That's... um... kinda malicious.

I read them as words unless I'm being deliberately ironic about it.

And then my children will chastise me for saying "OMG" because "OMG" is so 2010's.

This is my favorite part about politics:

So not much at all You really do know your politics, Kay.

There's a petition going around on facebook to get the electoral college to revoke the vote and make HRC president. It already has three million-something signatures. My sister, and mom and dad have all signed it.

I already have the first part of a backstory for him. I was gonna go ahead and start on Jude, and mull on Stormfront for a while and decide if I want to play as him at all.

Why can't you cosplay, or webcomic? What's stopping you? Be silly and spontaneous. Go out and walk the streets for a little bit, get some fresh air. Find a duck pond. Count the ducks, name the ducks, and give them all backstories. Quiver, life is beautiful. Take a chance or two to go see it in its full splendor.