|Aftermath of Irene
||[Aug. 29th, 2011|12:08 pm]
Aegis J. Hyena
|[||This Hyena Feels...
So early this morning, I lost power. An exploded transformer, or transformer fire. There was a fire truck down the road and everything, so I hear (was woken up by my brother at Retard O'Clock in the morning and realized hey, no power... well, shit).
So I call the power company. We're a tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny pocket of lost power --- only three of the buildings on our corner lost it and everyone else didn't. Thus, we're a LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOL LOW FUCK YOU YOU POOR INFERIOR PEOPLE priority.
Estimated time for repairs? 2 fucking weeks or more.
Not happy. Not happy at all. Not. Happy.
Aori, sit tight please on my scriptwork, but when I return I want you to make time to blow through at least three of the last classes (see, this is why I wanted you to make that one part of the CT Script that didn't rely on all this). This is kinda time sensitive stuff we are doing because I wanted to get the hard shit done before you got slaughtered in your classes with college work and the like. In the meantime, maybe get the catboy to go over your currently-done work.
To those of you waiting for the next installment of Goblins: Civilization: Sit tight. I'll be back. The very moment I am, expect a lot of Zhishnak-flavored fun, among other things. I kind of led you into the impending war with what Ol' Mags pulled off, it'll be your job to win the damn thing.
So yeah, until then, I guess.
Winds Be At Your Back, and May The World Still Be Here Tomorrow...