Mistrunner

I've researched the weirdest things for the sake of writing accuracy. Google probably thinks I'm a murderer.

Well, to be fair, they are cookies, just with spikes inside them. Welcome, Laurana! I saw your fanart in the gallery- I love how you drew Melody. Rithmatist really deserves more love, it's fabulous.

There's also a Jar Jar filter for the Star Wars movies.

Yeah. And the sell back is pretty immediate. They sell it back in store credit, so the first movie you watch is maybe a $15 investment, but after that movies are covered by the credit so it's about $1 or $2 per movie. Was that too confusing?

Have you heard of a thing called VidAngel? I actually got to rewatch the first Cap movie just before the whole Hydra thing came out. I'd spent basically all the night before raving about how Cap is just so fundamentally good. It added another layer to the fact that this whole thing makes No Sense™.

I was actually just looking for that exact image to reply to that same thing. It's beautiful.

Now you see why Washington was so reluctant to give Hamilton command.

Well, it was more like "we'll kill you while you're drunk on Christmas," but whatever. Speaking of such, one of my favorite stories from the Revolutionary War is when the American troops were being bombarded by British cannons and so they decided the obvious solution was to go steal them. They got away with 21 of the 24 cannons.

I have decided to give in to the deep space quote trend. Legion: Skin Deep

There is a certain faction of the Shard known as the Dark Alley. Basically, they put hemalurgic spikes in cookies and offer them to unsuspecting newcomers. Howdy! I hope to see you around!

You take care of cats and have super awesome computer skills. Those are basically my life goals.

Mistrunner, now having listened to Still Alive three times in a row, runs back into the room shouting "What have you done? I don't even play Portal!"

From the kitchen, they hear a muffled "The only girl who loves him is his mother!" followed by the clanging of pots, an aggravated meow, a pterodactyl screech, and a quiet "ow."

Highstorm!

On the topic of Cap being Hydra: (Where's Slowswift? I have a feeling he'll have a good reaction to all this.) ...Anyway. Going swimming on military bases is interesting because usually they're pretty quiet and nice but sometimes you'll get a platoon of soldiers in full tactical gear bobbing around the shallow end. That's something you don't get to see at the YMCA.

"MY NAME IS JEAN VALJEAN!" Mistrunner sings from across the room. She then wanders back into the kitchen to bake more bookies, as they were running out.

And the sports they prioritize most are the most brutal. Football and soccer have the highest concussion rates of high school sports. That's linked to the fact that many NFL players commit suicide. Meanwhile, arts programs everywhere are getting budgets slashed and sometimes cut altogether. Librarians are paid a pittance even though good librarians are one of the greatest factors in getting kids to like reading. College football coaches earn more than academic professors. It doesn't make any sense, and yet it's the societal norm. Sports aren't bad. I think it's great to get exercise and be able to have fun and be competitive with it. It's still ridiculous how overvalued they are.

Be cautious, men. Those are the eyes of a predator.

Ah yes, I forgot.

The frogs I heard most back in California mostly just sounded like they were dying.

It's quite simple, really. We form the snow into ice golems, or as the heathens call them, 'snowmen', which ward off frostbite. Then we shape other pieces of it into spheres which we hurl at each other as a barbaric sort of natural selection- survival of the fittest, as they say. The winners lie in the remaining snow and wave their limbs about wildly, thus creating snow angels that cart off the dead.

Nah, it's going down normally now. No, I'm pretty sure it's a friendly laptop-charging ghost. See, I took a picture.

This laptop I am typing on was at 11% battery a few seconds ago. Now it's at 12%. This leads me to the only logical solution- namely, that a ghost has plugged it into a ghost charger. Thank you, friendly laptop-charging ghost. I hope to see you again.