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Oct. 1st, 2008

*Six*?

The Fifth Game

That's a whale of a tale.

Aug. 25th, 2008

You aren't worth it

The Fourth Game

Ice cream. I have it. You don't.

With that out of the way, our accomplished attorney has been quiet as of late. Penny for your thoughts? Nickel? Quarter? Dime?

Aug. 5th, 2008

You're a real thorn in my ass

The Third Game

You really know how to tickle a guy pink, Manhattan. Gathering all my friends in one place makes things SO much easier.

But WHEREVER IS the guest of honor? As much as I enjoy the hors d'œuvre, I'd LOVE to sink my teeth into the main course. And if he's not here, then...you know, he'll miss the dinner theatre. Barbecue, a nice little play, and guess what? I even brought Scene It!

Won't that be fun, Batman?

Hm?

Jul. 30th, 2008

We go to war

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We go to war

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Jul. 26th, 2008

Applause

The Second Game

Poor, poor things. However did you survive this long with such terrific luck? Or, rather, lack of. Never fear, what's left of the maggoty Big Apple; you'll find that things are about to get MUCH better. All it takes is a little optimism, which I thankfully have much to spare for those of you going without or are too down-and-out to make ends meet.

By the by, have any of you met my friend Har~vey yet? If you haven't already (and that would be very difficult to believe) I insist that you make the effort to. Such a well-read, intelligent man, Harvey is. But he isn't the social type, so help a district attorney out, eh?

Jul. 22nd, 2008

NOT according to plan

The First Game

[Voice Post]

[clicking as if someone is flicking the microphone with the tip of their fingernail]

[click click click]

[sharp exhalation of breath into the microphone before the clicking stops]


Trickytrickytrickytrickytri~cky...

[rubble and miscellaneous debris can be heard being shifted through and, occasionally, tossed aside]

Oh,
but this isn’t my abode. Lacks the whimsy. And wallpaper.

Love the décor, though. Goes hand in hand with the...ah, desolate backdrop of dystopia. But it can’t replace the allure of my own cacotopia, so. The question now becomes...

Where, oh where, am I?