Footfalls thudded along the corridors of the Bioware Social Network, rattling the subforums in their frames and shaking portraits of David Gaider from the walls.
Around the corner there thundered a mechanical monstrosity, a nightmare of brass and tubing, a… clockwork velociraptor, steam belching from its shoulders and fire from its arse.
“Hurry up! At the rate we’re going, we’ll be lucky to get there before the trailer comes out! I can hear the debates already!” the rider, better known as
The Illusive Ashwraith (or “oh dear god, it’s got my arm, get it off”) snapped, with an emphatic adjust of her monocle. She had been long absent from the boards of late, having been waylaid en route to her secret moon base on the moon, and forced into a life of endless drudgery within the Butter Mines of Mars.
Having MacGuyvered her way out of the dread imprisonment of Real Life, armed with only a toothpick, a lemon, and some dry-cleaning, she fought her way through the rabid hordes of forum naysayers, somehow managing to set her head alight -for the third time in a week- in the process.
But sanctuary was in sight. There, just ahead, loomed the warm and estrogen-flavored glow of the FemShep thread. Huzzah!
...oh sweet angry bajeezus, I don't know what I was thinking with this. >.>
Note to self: No more black tea after 8 p.m..
HENYWAY. Hai gaiz, I'm back. :3
(And for those of you whom I haven't met, name's Ash. Pleasedtameetcha.)
Modifié par Ashwraith, 13 août 2011 - 05:53 .