---- Location: Meditation Chamber of Solitude ----
*Mind is plagued with the thoughts of the scientist-wizard Ximenez*
(Something about her gladness about her lack of pants... can't make it out. Something must have connected our minds when she shat on me so fiercely. What could have been in her poo?)
(Why does your guy look like a girl then. I actually originally did 'he' on my post, but then I remembered how many times I was wrong to assume maleness of females, so I double checked your page, and it looked girly, so I changed my post.)
By "thread-crush" I mean I have nothing more substantial to base a crush on...therefore, I cannot crush any more heavily than on this here thread...<3 <3 <3...[continues crushing, hoping the look of contempt fades soon]
[also, lurves longish, grey-white hair, and wonders how Dawgg could've mistaken Xim' for a girl in the first place?]
[Look of contempt deactivated. Thinks hard how to widen the crush-enabled area. Not another thread. No, no, something more... yes, "substantial". But what?]
(Could be a homely girl's face with the long hair. It's not strikingly male nor strikingly female. My mistake. But no big deal. I'm going to do what I use to. Just always use the male pronouns when in doubt. The clothes are decidedly hobo not decidedly male or female. Also the name doesn't matter either. I wrongfully assumed someone named Biohazard was male once. Biohazard. So Ximenez could definitely go either way. Whatever, I don't care. All good. Back to the story.)
@Quinton: Oh, but it's lovely to feel adolescence creeping up inside you again...
@Mr Dawgg: No offense taken! Don't worry. Glitchen are like that.
@Dahlia: Er.... [Nervousness, shyness, awkwardness and so on.]
I have returned with wards of protection against any polymorphing. I call the incantation rubberous glue-ous. Any transfiguration aimed at me instead happens to you.
* Oh, crap. So many people. And a giant. And a former barnacle protected against polymorphing. I need some privacy! But I guess it's not a good idea to invite Dahlia to another thread... *
[A giant tentacle, or proboscis, or something like that, descends from the clear sky. We can't see where it comes from. It closes on Quinton, who is unable to move, and grabs him from the neck. "As per the Terms of Service", says a thunderous voice from nowhere, "no lawyering is allowed in Ur". Quinton's face starts to turn purple. "You have been warned!" The thing that grabbed Quinton frees him and disappears above us. We look up, and see nothing.]
[closes eyes and prays to the giants that that horrific tentacle that just grabbed Quinton doesn't reappear and grab anyone else]
Uhhh....that was weird...you okay, Quinton?
[tries to act nonchalant, but wishes there weren't so many others around...thought there might have been a glimmer of something more on Xim's face, but with so many others about...]