Well, get to clicking. The information is there if you seek it.
Well, get to clicking. The information is there if you seek it.
GET BACK TO THE GAME GRID,
I...I tried to look up these euphemisms that I kept encountering,as they didn't make much sense by my dictionaries and...
WHY DOES URBAN DICTIONARY EXIST?!
SUCH BRUTALITY AGAINST THE ENGLISH LANGU
scared
I READ RECENTLY ON FLYNN'S OLD CALENDAR AT HIS GRID ARCADE THAT THERE'S THIS THING CALLED "PRESIDENT'S DAY."
WELL THE VOTES ARE IN, AND YOUR FAITHFUL

LIBATIONS FOR EEEEEVERYBAWDY!!!!!!
Are the ISOs even still around? He doesn't know.
The answers are probably there, easily accessible. All he has to do is seek them out, but he's not even sure if any of those answers mean anything if the Creator is no more. Is his existence moot now? Does he even have a purpose in this world anymore?
So, he's just gonna stand out here all chicken shit like until he makes up his mind.]
anxious[ Kevin Flynn is hanging around amidst the wreckage of some recent last call, making no secret of his presence. The club looked convincingly deserted to him. His mind's elsewhere, and that doesn't leave much room for being cautious.
At first, he doesn't seem to be doing anything. From somewhere off to one side, a forgotten glass topples over and rolls toward him. It's the first of several small objects to be drawn in, as though by some magnetic pull.
Flynn releases a breath he wasn't totally aware of holding, and everything caught in the proverbial net shatters around him. He has to step out of the epicenter to survey the damage. He scratches his beard, looking earnestly surprised that worked. ]
Huh.
[screams Spanish gibberish at anyone passing by looking extremely confused]

angry