Nothing's Quite As I Left It

Wow.

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 20:55:49 GMT

Okay.

I know this isn't going to be popular with some folks, but fuck it, y'know?

So, in a of days, the world community has given us here in our fortress of perpetual panic a certain message.

1) Thanks, but Chicago isn't the best place for the olympics. (AKA: Bugger off, get your shit straight before you come asking for handouts.)

2) We love you guys anyway. (And pass this shiny award to your figurehead. Thanks for pulling your heads out of your asses.)

So why, oh why, have the squawking right wing blowhards (not dragging party into this. You know who you are.) not gotten the drift? Look, the Nobel is a reward for efforts. If they only gave it out for 100% successes, then the whole system falls apart. It is supposed to encourage people to strive. Not all great efforts succeed. What great efforts do is give other people encouragement to try.

The Prize gives more spotlight to great struggles. It brings focus to bear on mankind's troubles, and political weight and It highlights humanity's will to reach peace. It honors not just achievements, but hearts and minds.

So, thank you, international community. We love you, too.

Ignore our crazies, and we will ignore yours. After all, ignoring the barking of senile dogs is part of being neighbors.

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DEAR WINTER:

Sat, 07 Mar 2009 22:51:57 GMT

STFU.

DIE IN A FIRE.

IF I SEE ONE MORE SNOWFLAKE, I AM GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE DRASTIC MEASURES.

PLEASE GET OFF MY ASS, ITS SPRING'S TURN TO COME OUT AND PLAY.

EVERYONE'S SICK OF YOUR SHIT. GIVE IT A REST.

-STARS

Sick

Sat, 07 Mar 2009 22:50:13 GMT

So, I'm out on sick leave because, well, my vertigo progressed to a point where I would literally have to stop whatever I'm doing, close my eyes, hold my breath for a few seconds and LIE THE HELL DOWN for like... an hour.

Can't do that crap at work.

That being said, I should be back at work on Tuesday, doc said I was to be out through Monday, and if I'm not feeling better, she wants my ass back in the clinic to do a furter exam. In case I have brain worms or something.

I am feeling better, though. Being able to do the exercises she reccomended helps.

Speaking of exercises, I really have been having the urge to work out, but combined with Fear Of Dizziness, it's turned into "What can I do at home that won't make me die if I fall?"

As soon as I'm better, I will be gym-bound.

'Nother post

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 06:24:26 GMT

Hey cats and kittens....

GO CHECK OUT oraclerelic . ZOMG.

Remember to scroll to the bottom and start reading from there. The posts are all open for input--and soon I'll start making private (friends-only) posts for my readers.

I'd like to hear everyone's feedback on this stuff--especially those of you who have read/listened to the Tales From The Afternow by Sean Kennedy.

This is going to end after a few rounds of read posts in a transferrance into more of another radio opera like Afternow.

I'm going to need more people to be voice actors, and want contributions--ideas for villains, heroes and even the occasional stranger.

Love interest? Maybe... Someday.

TAWLK TEH ME.
Lulz.

Also: It is unbelievably chilly here in my corner of the office. Siberia. You know. Yeah.

New Project

Thu, 05 Feb 2009 20:07:50 GMT

Hey, guys!

I have started really churning up the steam on a new project.

it is based on Sean Kennedy's Tales from the Afternow. I am publishing it here on lj, add user oraclerelic to watch it as I go.

Posting everything from either my phone or the wii for the rest of the week--it is my birthday and I dare not risk life/limb of my coworkers.

As such, plz forgive broken/failed links and punctuation issues.

I am really interested in your feedback on the Relic project, and as time goes on, will want you guys to help build supporting cast. Villains, plotlines, heroes and companions--I will need your help.

Gunna put something up on myspace.

Later!

Act now, ladies and gentlemen

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 20:10:18 GMT

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I know there are several people in our community who fel strongly about what happened in California, but didn't know what they could do from WA.

Well, here you go: http://www.jointheimpact.com/

Get The Word Out!
We can’t wait for any large scale organization to get the word out for us. We have 1 week to put together a NATIONAL PROTEST and start a mobilized movement for equality! When we all come together as one voice on November 15th, we will show the nation that we can do more than just talk, we can act! We won’t solve everything in one protest, but we will fuel the fire to a conversation that can not be silenced! If we stop talking about equality for all, then we will lose the battle. If we allow others to stop talking about it, then we will lose. Hate is not the lack of love, it’s the fear of that which we do not know. This protest along with many others gives us the chance to build on the conversation and educate the masses. It’s very simple: Infiltrate, Educate, and STOP HATE!

Get the word out:

Text your friends and family telling them to check out this site, tell them to mobilize on November 15th and ask them to forward that text message to 10 friends each.

Email everyone you know - email your friends, email your enemies, email your allies, tell them to Join The Impact, tell them where their protest location is, and ask them to forward that email to 10 friends at minimum.

Comment - Comment on this blog and tell people where you are protesting. Give contact information if you want to lead the protest.

Flyer the City - We are in the process of making flyers for this event. Print them out and put them all over your city.

Contact your local Gay & Lesbian organizations - Keep the organizations that help us out daily in the loop. Let them know about this, encourage them to join, and encourage them to bring donation boxes so that they can keep earning the money necessary to speak out for us!

Contact the media - Let’s get this all over your local paper. Let’s get your news channels involved and get our faces in the public eye!

Contact your allied politicians - Thanks to the hard work of generations before us, we are lucky enough to have politicians that are open allies and even out of the closet. Contact them and ask for their help.

Have another idea? Include ideas on getting the word out in the comments of this post!

Seattle: Contact Amy @ reelrandom at gmail .com

ALL HANDS ON DECK! (For storytime!)

Sat, 02 Aug 2008 02:15:59 GMT

The Airship Empress Aranea’s Revenge drifted through a starry night, moving with a startling grace above the sea of clouds. She was a large ship, stretching nearly 60 meters at her gundeck, and her silvery connecting beams hugged the body of her rigid balloon, a stark contrast on the black-on-black of the ship. Her gleaming silver-and-violet representation of the Royal Seal on the bow shone in the moonlight—all in all, a most impressive vessel.

We intrude here, upon the thoughts of Her Capitan, Bridget Deacon.

It is always quiet above the clouds.

There is the solemn hum of the engines, of course, and the soft whisper of energy of the Atmospheric Condenser but these have become second nature—like the sound of my own breathing or my heartbeat.

There is a discordant sound behind me and I turn.

My first mate looks up at me questioningly, the sprawling body of one of the biological automatons twitching feebly at her feet.

“Commander,” I ask “What, by the Eight Skeins, are you doing?”

“Percussive maintenance?” Her smile is sly, endearing, brilliant. “It knocked over the navigation crystal stack.”

“If you break it, you’ll have to explain to the Doctor why.”

“Promise?”

Bloodthirsty, the lot of them. I smile. “For realsies.”

“Commander, when you are done with it, make sure there is enough left so I may make it an example to the crew to always be aware of their surroundings,” Chaplain Stratovarious grinned as he looked up from his Codex, his glasses reflected a menacing and maniacal glee.

Creepy to the hilt, our Chaplain and Political Officer sometimes seemed to simmer in his own Chaos.

It was delightful.

“Ensign, make certain we’re on the correct bearing and then bring the Doctor on-line.”

“Aye, Capitan.” The young officer carefully spun the wheel of the massive ship of the line, and consulted her star charts. After a few adjustments, she lifted the mouthpiece of the communication line and (after pulling the call-bell) carefully extended it to me.

“Doctor?”

There was silence, then a faint scream in the background followed immediately by the sound of clattering machine parts. More silence. “Uh, aye, Capitan?”

“Let’s give the Empress a show, shall we? Prepare the Dimensional Disruptor.”

“Aye, Capitan.”

“Seal the Deck!”

With a clamor of bells and shouts, the rigid guidelines of the shield are raised, and the web-like crystalline-and-silver grid slid on tiny wheels upon its oiled track. A loud CLACK, and it was locked down.

Another hum added to the chaotic glory that was the Ship’s song, higher and more melodic as the shield came online, channeling the mystic forces of the Ether to seal atmosphere into the ship.

I smiled at the crew on the bridge. “We’re about to make history, people. For the Empire!”

“FOR THE EMPIRE!”

“Engage the Disruptor!”

There was silence, and then a horrific shriek, as the ship tore every preconceived notion of reality from its moorings, and cast it into a blessed sea of Chaos.

Then, silence. This was promptly shattered by the Doctor’s voice coming up from the Ship’s Comm.

“Oh. Uh. Oops. Crap. HIT THE DECK!”

There was dead silence as nervous faces, peering through the Shield at the alien landscape behind them turned to exchange horrified glances with those nearby. They hesitated not a heartbeat longer before their owners fell to the ship’s deck, clinging desperately to anything anchored firmly.

Then, a horrific explosion blinded the night.

Steampunk Goodness

Tue, 13 May 2008 19:01:16 GMT

Yarr, mateys.

So, this is partially a post for interested parties, and partially a post so I have reminder of spelling and names and whatnot:

I and some of my buddies have decided to get together and do a "ship" steampunk thing for cosplay and whatnot.

So far, we've decided that we're the crew of the Chaosium Empire's dimension-hopping new navy--the crew, in fact of its flagship, the "Empress Aranea's Revenge". This Coalition-type (For you rifts fans... except magic with its chaos is GOOD), Spartan-with-chaotic-tendencies Empire (Guided by none other than the esteemed Empress Aranea "The Vicious".) is currently manned by a brilliant and dangerous Captain, her First Mate, we have a Science Officer (Who doubles as a Medical Officer, much to the chagrin of injured parties--who wants a mad scientist tinkering around with your out-cold body?) and a psychotic Political Officer.

We're still hammering out the details, but so far it's:
Captain - Moi
First Mate - Rose
Science Officer - Geoff
Political Officer - Panda/Andy

House Cleaning.

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 23:50:46 GMT

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A week in the life of me

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 03:04:18 GMT

For the record, kids, we're all going straight to Hell. The sins of the father are visited upon the son.

We are descending, kids. descending into a pit of legislation from which we're not going to get out of soon.

Thought crime Bill: http://mathaba.net/rss/?x=568569
A Bill of Population Regulation: http://www.10zenmonkeys.com/2007/10/22/prior-permission-from-government-to-be-required-for-each-flight/

Guys? What? WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?? WHAT. THE. FUCK?

Thought crimes? Paperwork to fly locally? Government regulations requiring citizens to give their personal documentation to people who could very well be unbonded contractors or anyone who wants to steal your personal information?

WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. WRONG. WITH. THIS. PICTURE?

Still alive

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 22:25:29 GMT

I'm still here, world. Busy, cranky, but here.

I've been under a lot of stress lately, but I think the stress is finally going to come to some form of resolution, like it or not. I really want to like it, though.

Life here in the TSD has gotten hairy, too. We now have an enforcable policy that makes it so we have to take the call, every time unless the calling rep declines it.

Sounds great for the good reps who are getting pushed back on by bad TSD reps.

For those of us good TSD reps, though, dealing with bad care reps, it's horrible. Considering that they outnumber us something to the tune of 200:1 nationwide, I somehow doubt that there are more bad TSD reps than bad care reps.

So I find myself dealing with stuff that I was supposedly promoted out of, up to and including explaining the difference between an international long distance charge and plain old "You went over your minutes" charges.

Shoot me.

Oh!

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 08:09:58 GMT

Tony Snow cites the August heat as the reason why the Iraqi Parliament is taking a break.
It's been said to be:
"The most offensive, arrogant statement Tony Snow could have made."

So. Did anyone tell them how the US constitution and bill of rights got polished off?
The guys in charge locked everyone in and shut the windows in the Philadelphia summer heat until they got it sorted out.

And they were all probably wearing wool.

Tony Snow's a goddamn retard.

That is all.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 07:41:42 GMT

So.

Raise your hand if you know about my paranoia, fear of abandonment and separation anxiety! Now, put your hands down.

Geoff's gone, none of my friends are available to distract me. I want to do things and I'm all stuck.

I think tomorrow I'm going to go get lost downtown for a while or something tomorrow.

Everything annoys me right now. I'm a little stressed over a lot of things, and really snappish.

Allow me to apologize right now if I'm bitchy or cranky. I'm just stressed. I'm brittle because my coping mechanisms are all going CRASH! BOOM!

Mew.

Meme thing, from Lizzard.

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 02:06:43 GMT

Okay, I think this is how it works.

If you comment, I'll check out your LJ profile. In particular, the interests section. I will then pick three "interests" in that, and ask you to explain them. You then post an LJ entry explaining those three interests, along with this explanation.

1) Adventure Quest - OMFG... cutest flash game ever. www.battleon.com

2) FPS - First Person Shooters. Like 'em, don't love 'em, but better than some games available.

3) rantradio: www.rantradio.com, part of www.rantmedia.ca Spread The Virus.
I like the radio, but only when I learn something. The corporate media is /not/ your friend. Turn off the TV and read. Learn. It's really cool, check it out :D

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Thu, 26 Apr 2007 08:58:09 GMT

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Command Central

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 09:04:10 GMT

Scene:
Command Central, active duty machines are buzzing. Something's up. The lights are down and the ship seems to be under a full-scale attack, except--nothing's broken.

There are no wailing sirens. There are no sparking panels. There is no gut-wrenching thump. The form of Mecha dangles from her harness as she has slipped into the Ether to be one with Server.

FaithRepentHate stands in a chamber, fingers running over the new synthetic replacements for her damaged form. The expression on her face as she tests it and calibrates her new armor to the new upgrades. Her twitch sensitivity is stronger, and the failsafes that monitor her Chaos balance are more accurate.

She slides her fingers down over the panels of the collapsed particle armor, marveling at the upgrade.

Not to mention having a piece of Mecha embedded in her skull now gives her constant feedback over the channels as to Server's input, and most importantly, Mother's condition.

Repent: Ok. Ok, so maybe the armor and upgrades sort of rock. A lot.

Mecha, over the EtherWeb: Of course, Repent. We are never wrong in these moments. You will adjust. That is your greatest power.

Repent: Yeah, well. Wait. Wait, what's going on in--

Mecha: Mother's Chamber. GO. GO NOW.

The room grows silent as Repent stealths and slips into the shadows, phasing out of this realm and into another. She blinks back into awareness behind a tall figure who is bent over The Starspider's tube.

It's open, and his hands are inside the chamber.

Repent: Step back, son. You have less than a heartbeat to make yourself known before We destroy you.

Man: Shh... Relax. Everything will be ok. I'm here to help.

Repent: -she hesitates a moment before letting her eyes twitch down to Mother's blackened flesh. Where his hands touch, the flesh seems to repair itself, the cold sort of burning away. The air he lends to the room is of disturbing gentleness.- Who the fuck are you. -It's not a question, it's a demand.-

Man: I'm your balance. Like I said, relax...

OOOooooooooooooo

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 09:36:37 GMT

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Today's been surprisingly good.
I've had a few ego boosts, and a triumph or two over myself.
Go me!

I'm goin' ta hell

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 20:35:31 GMT

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Command Central

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 12:35:06 GMT

Scene:

Lights are dimmed again, this time in the med bay. The spider-drones swarm over an inert form, stripping away bashed up armor, the once-flickering lights dimmed. Done. Gone.

The body on the table's pretty mangled. It is clear to the viewer that what is on the table was once humanoid, but something organic that's been exposed to vacuum isn't... pretty.

Nonetheless, nanites are fast at work repairing the small bits, and the servo-spiders are gifted with the preternatural dexterity and grace of the Machine. Tapped into Server, they are filled with all the knowledge of repair anyone has ever possessed.

They develop knowledge as they proceed. They are smart machines.

In the Ether, Mecha reviews the tapes of the conflict carefully. Mistakes. Critical mistakes from unsure footing and unbalanced reactions.

Repent's Ki is piped into the Ether, one with Server while her flesh is repaired.

FaithRepentHate: He's got a good left hook. Sneaky. Slick. Sly.

MechaAranha: Negative, there is very little of that, Soldier. You have just gotten weak, messy. See here? This was a reactionary move. You slammed into Our own debris. This is unpardonable. Instead of sending for backup, you voided your suit.

Repent: I was losing atmo. You saw it, it was going to either be a slow leak that killed me or a fast one that you'd see. I know my limits, and I know yours.

Mecha: Nonetheless, you have incapacitated yourself at the most inopportune time. The stars are in alignment, Soldier. We will already have enough issues to deal with without you behaving like a child.

Repent: I was acting on an Imperative from Mother, direct from the Dreaming.

Mecha: Mother is currently suffering the hallucinations of the Deep. This is not something We have not experienced before. This is the ghost of feeling. This is the death throes. We were almost there.

Repent: No permanent damage.

Mecha: Negative. Mother's slumber was disturbed. We had to... make adjustments.

Repent: ... My god ...

Mecha: We are currently able to repair Her. The problem is fixing you. You will be back in the fray, though without full use of your armor. You are going to have to learn to live in the Void without it. This upgrade was in the making already.

Repent: What upgrade?

Mecha: We are going to be merging your flesh with one of Our units. Your reaction time is too slow, and your instincts are weak. Until We are safe again, We will be taking control when you seem to slip.

Repent: What? What the fuck? How'd you sneak that--

Mecha: We do not "sneak". We are the rules. You have failed your primary mission. We should delete you and begin anew. We will review your case while you are in repairs to see whether or not you should be reactivated after repairs are completed.

Repent: You NEED me, bitch.

Mecha: Negative. We are all that is required for life to continue. You are a faulty part and may need replacement.

-With that, Mecha mirthlessly kills Repent's feed to Server, trapping the consciousness in a containment drive. Mecha turns her attention away from the frantic repairs of the Soldier unit back to the Soul unit. Mother. The Starspider. If machines could be said to be worried, Mecha would worry. The sudden loss of atmosphere during the second impact had wrought havoc within the ship, and had somehow shorted out part of the life-support for Mother. Her hands were blackened from the freezing effects of space, her nose crumpled. Mecha once again went over the calculations.

Mother would heal, but would she be healed in time to wake? Would the fragile unit be able to handle the losses? Mecha closed the files and went over the reviews of the targets again. Inception Day was coming up, and someone was likely to try to make some sort of assault. She had to be ready for all things.

Command Central

Sat, 20 Jan 2007 08:07:31 GMT

Scene:

The bridge is dark, there are a few panels ruptured, but the core systems are online. Mecha is suspended in the anti-grav field which keeps her heavy alloy body from banging around the ship when she's one with Server during attacks.

The starspider's capsule is still suspended as well, lovingly entwined by Mecha's webbing, plugged into the soul of the Machina.

The Machine Goddess twitches a few times, and her spindly silver legs carefully breach the containment field's grip.

Repent sits on the floor, battered and clearly weary, but with a manic smile on her face, and her vibro-blades drawn, on the deck beside her.

Mecha: You are in good spirits, Soldier.

Repent: I got another dance waiting. The hunt. The blood and the taste and the slaughter. I have defended, and now I hunt. -Her voice is crackling, but controlled. Repent was ever bottled madness. Evil did not exist around her, nor Good. Just destruction.-

Mecha: I have done the calculations. You have sun the hymns. Are you ready, Mortal?

Repent: Slice and dice, bot-bitch. -she laughs maniacally. Then again, this is Repent...-

Mecha: The match could be good. The battle fierce. There are likely to be causalties.

Repent: We will perservere.

Mecha: We are beyond failure now. Simply remember, We need this place in good condition for when She awakens. We do not need Her displeasure. It could become... restrictive.

Repent: You know, you make a really bad Super Ego. Really bad. We're supposed to fight. -She rises, hymns of battle read. The armor flickers shape, something enticing, something horrifying, then settles down into a skinsuit shape, arcane wards still flickering over the surface. It makes her bleed into the edges of the darkness of the room. The swords are sheathed and she tosses her hair playfully.- If I didn't know better, I'd say we were friends.

Mecha: No, friendship requires feelings. We simply Are. You are the fire, We are the ice. You are Chaos and the battle, We the Collective and the logic. When Mother awakens, We will once again be whole.

Repent: Right. Or something. I'm going out, keep Her safe. We will tear this universe apart until We find what We need, hear me? I will rattle this universe at its hinges until I am satisfied.

Mecha: Just avoid the ship. You're messy.

Repent: And you're a creep. Later. -She winks and phases out, mind set on prey.-

Mecha: -Simply put, the Spider Bot climbs back into her web, silently monitoring the progress Repent makes, preparing the drones for repairs. She does not speak when it is not needed. She simply waits.-

Scene:
They spin out there, in the empty black, twisting in on themselves, two parts of the same whole.

Inside, She, the Keeper, stirs.

Stupid, but fun!

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Command Central

Sat, 11 Nov 2006 19:35:46 GMT

Scene:
Launch room, dimmed and still save for the lone figure double-checking her vibro-blades with a smile of grim glee. Her impact resistant and blade/projectile dismissing thermoptic armor flickers briefly with what swirls through her mind. It changes apparent shape, always encasing her with its chaos-balancing field, to represent her mood. It flickers from anime-style girly armor barely covering the bits to medieval full-plate and back to its space marine normal state, arcane symbols flickering across its surface.

The shape rolls her shoulders and turns off the light, the only light source now coming from that armor. The blade's sheath clicks on to the back of the armor with its twin, and the bag-of-holding she uses to carry her other tools. The armor suddenly goes dark, and for an eye-tearing instant, looks like it's made out of stars.

The woman-shaped apparent hole in the ship walks softly, down the corridor and towards the Command Chamber. It stands before the Robot Spider-Queen, her body gleaming dully in the faint light by LED. The soldier salutes, face inscrutable behind her helm.

MechaAranha: That is it, then?

FaithRepentHate: The mutant made an attack on House Quiet Chaos. All such attacks must be met with swift justice.

MechaAranha: We see. Justice, not Vengance?

Repent: -a smile in her voice- They are the same here. You know that as well as I do. Vengance is doing what you want. Justice is doing what you should.

MechaAranha: We are pleased to see your latest upgrade went through.

Repent: Now your job is to correct the breeches.

MechaAranha: We have re-established our connection with Server. Our flesh is weak, but our connection is eternal.

Repent: Right. Now. I have a mutant to serve. -the blades seem to just appear in her hands and she just fades away.-

MechaAranha:

I am a node of Server,
Born of flesh and blood,
But enhanced by the power of it's web,
My scripts are a focus of my will,
My strength is my knowledge,
My weapons are my skills,
Information is the blood of my body,
I am part of the greater network,
I am host to the vast data of server,
My flesh is weak,
But my connection is eternal,
And therefore I am god.

(Gratitude to Sean Kennedy's Tales From The Afternow for the Server Monk's Prayer.)

Sat, 11 Nov 2006 19:14:00 GMT

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In April I bought porn for shinoshinoda (-10 points). In August yampowered and I robbed a bank (-50 points). In October I bought porn for fixerbard (10 points). Last Sunday I pushed lordcthulhu in the mud (-17 points). Last Friday I ruled Iran as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points).

Overall, I've been nice (633 points). For Christmas I deserve a pony!

Sincerely,
star-spider

Nothing's Quite As I Left It

Wow.

DEAR WINTER:

Sick

'Nother post

New Project

Act now, ladies and gentlemen

ALL HANDS ON DECK! (For storytime!)

Steampunk Goodness

House Cleaning.

A week in the life of me

Still alive

Oh!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Meme thing, from Lizzard.

And Me

VeggieLicious

CheezyVeggie DOOM

Command Central

OOOooooooooooooo

I'm goin' ta hell

Command Central

Command Central

Stupid, but fun!

You are The High Priestess

Command Central