Queers

I've been reading other PMS players' blogs, and something strikes me.

With the exception of Dan, they are all formatted to be as artsy fartsy impossible to navigate as possible.

Tim has bars. BARS. GODDAMN, MAN. AT LEAST LABEL THEM.

Josie had phrases. Like (let me give examples, these weren't hers)

Fettucini (would link to chatbox)
Sunshine rays on the moon~ (archives)
Grass grows like <3s (links) ((that makes sense?)) (((Pulling these out of my butt)))
offkorse. (blog posts on one subject)

Me: -__-

Also. What is up with everyone going "I am 14/15 years [slashed out]old[/slashed out][i]young[/i].

HOLY FRAK, PEOPLE. WHEN YOU GO TO A JOB INTERVIEW, AND THEY ASK HOW OLD YOU ARE, YOU DON'T SAY "Sir, I am 20 years YOUNG." You go in straight up and proudly say, "I AM 20 YEARS OLD, GOOD SIRE, MAKING ME MORE MATURE THAN THOSE PETERPANS."

Not claiming to be mature-er, but I'm in a gear-grinding mood.

You know what else grinds my gears?

The Minefield map. I love it, don't get me wrong. I love the event that I made up and is epically fun to watch and epically frustrating to play. But when I warp all, half the people end up on top and I have to !warphere them INDIVIDUALLY. HOLY CRAP, MAN.

And I still need some NPCs to do. I'm getting bored again. Also, I want to make Winged Hammers the official drop thing, with an NPC that lets you trade in 1 for 5 pballs and 10 for a Rare Candy, but I'm assuming it'll be shotdown again.

Oliver: Boom. Headshot.

Me: T_T

Well, this is dragging on, and it's past midnight, and tomorrow I have to wake up early for badminton, and after badminton is math, and if I fail at this math then I fail at the placement test, and if I fail that test I go onto a different track of classes at school, which will make me look stupid when I apply for college, which will screw all my plans for world domination.

FTS