Well, isn't this a pickle? I've spent the past few nights reviewing the network — partially for a bit of light reading, cos I can't seem to find hide nor hair of my Asimov collection, and partially to fill some irreconcilable gaps in my knowledge. For example, how is it possible I never spoke to Iron Man while he was here? Not once? Honestly, talk about missed opportunities, I'm disappointed in myself. I've shared living quarters with an honest to goodness alien for years and never once thought to ask him of the atmospheric makeup of his home planet? WHO AM I? And Victor, it seems we're long overdue for a discussion on the exact nature of nanite technology. Please, regale me.

Also, it seems I've been a bit— well, I'm honestly not one for foul language, but a bit of an arse. I'd like to apologise to anyone I've offended over the years. That kind of behaviour just isn't socially acceptable. I'm not normally like that!

But frankly, quite a lot of what's been said to me on here is hurtful as well, so perhaps we were all feeling out of sorts.

At any rate! I'd be chuffed as chips if we could all come to an understanding and agree to move forward in a more pleasant manner.

Yo, if anyone thinks they want into my head while I'm sleeping, you can jump right off a cliff. I'm not having it. I'm in a super shitty mood and trust me, you don't want dream-me kicking the ass of dream-you. Got it?

I need some fucking ice cream.

Days one through four without boss: Aces, the pub is mine for the night, free shots for everyone, etc. etc.

Day five without boss: Considering the possibility that he might be dead? Aces, the pub is mine for the night, free shots for everyone, etc. etc.

Day six without boss: Turns out he was released, the pub is mine FOREVER, free shots for ME, etc. etc.

Anyway so he's gone and seeing as he left no last will and testament (cos what would it say anyway? "I leave all my shite poetry about blood to my girlfriend, ohhhhhhhhh wait") I'm going to go ahead and say the Phony is now under my ownership from here until the end of time!

"But Nathan, you don't know how to run a business" — WHO GIVES A SHIT? Open bar at the Phony tonight in loving memory of our dearly departed friend Connor or Constatine or whatever the fuck!

So apparently those kid murderers didn't give everyone the details on the whole "what happens if you try and bust up the barrier" thing after they slammed a boat into it or whatever.

Sooo. If you try and use electromagnetic or alien solar power to knock a hole in the barrier because this pinche place stole our friend, here's what happens;

1) You get arrested for "attempting to damage government property." Because it's not illegal to leave, just to TRY to leave.

2) You spend the night in jail.

3) You are assigned mandatory therapy for a tbd length of time.

4) You get some kind of "strike" on your "file" and yeah this part is news to me?? what file? What strikes? What happens when you get three? Is that why people are released? What does literally anything here even mean??

In conclusion, when we start therapy next week I will not say I regret it and probably let them know I am a definite danger to society but maybe I should finish my B.S before I get myself like tossed in a garbage compactor or whatever happens when you get three strikes.

I'd just like to make a general announcement for those few new faces and a reminder for everyone else in light of recent events that although it's total shit, "released" STILL doesn't mean dead.

That at least hasn't changed over the years!

In addition to that I'd like to propose turning this UPCOMING weekend into a three day weekend, in the name of love and all that. And by love I do of course mean everyone getting shit-wasted and releasing a year's worth of pent up sexual frustrations on whatever poor human/alien/goat they've got their sights set on. Brilliant, wouldn't you say? Thank you, I agree. Motion passed! God I miss being king.

AND FINALLY: Karkat you know you can't hide forever, we've still got much to discuss.

If you wanna borrow any games and don't want to risk buying anything glitched out (or potentially a spawn of Satan incarnate in a console game) from Lau, I've got the following games for people to borrow.


HAUNTED
Goldeneye 007
Grand Theft Auto IV
Pokemon Snap
Donkey Kong 64
Mario Party
Mario Party 8
Kirby 64 oh god where did it go
Mario Kart 64
Donkey Kong Country Returns


NOT HAUNTED
Harvest Moon 64
Viva Piñata
Resident Evil 5
Guitar Hero II
Super Smash Brothers
Super Mario 64
Super Amazing Wagon Adventure (the word 'super' might be keeping evil at bay??)


??????
Hello Kitty Seasons
Ribbit King
Wii Sports

All right, so I’m almost four weeks late on this year’s New Years’ Resolutions. They’re pretty straightforward, but they took a while to put together, between the paperwork, the renovation, and the sewing.

One: school. I’m on track to receive my Bachelor of Science degree in Chemistry and Criminology in five months. Getting my degree a year early means last semester was crazy and this one was worse, but as much as I’ve enjoyed school… it’s time for me to get out and do something else.

Two: business. Don’t worry, nothing’s changing at the New Brew. But I’m branching out. I’m reopening Sifu Caerula’s guan. I bought the building when she left, and… it’s time it wasn’t empty any more. I’m looking to hire more instructors, but I’ll be teaching three classes a week myself in mixed martial arts, with an emphasis on kung fu and jeet kune do. I’ll be keeping membership costs low, and I’ll be asking the Avengers to spend some time as guest instructors whenever they’re free. Speaking of which...

Three: cape stuff. I haven’t always been the best team player, and nobody knows it better than me, but it’s something I want to work on. I’ve been liasing and coordinating with the Avengers for some time, but I was stubborn about keeping it at that. I have trust issues. It’s hard for me to give up control. But control’s an illusion.

I’ve asked to join the team officially, and I’m hoping to hear back soon.

Four: Okay, this part’s largely ceremonial. But I’m not the same person I was when i first arrived here. I don’t think the same way, I don’t fight the same way, and… it’s just time to move on. So say goodbye to Red Robin, and the cowl, heavy cape, and bandoliers. Say hello to Redwing.



If anyone had any lingering doubts that 7@1 was the best designer tailor shop in town, I think this ought to put them to rest.

It's been a weird year, and I'm sure we're due for another one.  But I'm looking forward to it.

 So.  Judging by my inbox, I'm not the only person here who has an orientation video saved.  Has everybody remembered to check theirs?  Probably somewhere in your desktop icons, there's no point in hiding them.

And... if it looks like almost everyone mentioned in your orientation video is gone, what do you do then?

[Locked to Remus Lupin]

According to the doorplate, you're my roommate.  Your name's in my phone.  But you're not in my orientation video.  Just checking - do you remember me at all?

[Locked to Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Ramona Flowers, Victor Mancha, Gwen Stacy (either) & Kate Bishop]

Hey.  Quick check-in.  Do any of you know Tim Drake?  Or maybe Tim Wayne?

Ran Mao and I can't be here. We're supposed to be at work.

[The video turns on with a girl with longer blue hair looking confused at her device. Her fingers appear to be hovering over one button then another before tapping on the screen.]

It's not a camera...or maybe it is. Kindda looks like something Master Eraqus would use...but he's not here. And Terra's not here either...

[There's a sigh as she carefully puts the thing down to start looking around. That small little device certainly won't help her.]

Hellloo! Terra! Master Eraqus!

...Anyone here?

Y'know what? The worst thing about being here for three years (A BLOODY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME BY THE BY) wasn't living with an ingrate alien who can't keep his volume down to a dull roar, or falling head over arse for a girl who regenerated into someone ENTIRELY DIFFERENT and then left, or going through three (three? four? three? nine hundred?) Barrys and never being certain which one spied on me in the shower (only joking, it was all of them), or the time Belarus chopped my cock off, or all those other murders I don't care to recount at the moment, or finding out my mates replaced me with some cheap knockoff split personality prick, or listening to my shadow whinge and bitch for days on end, or working for the most anal retentive vampire ever written into existence probably by some suicidal goth teenager, or Alois' general existence (rest in peace or whatever the fuck), or ghost menageries, or being forced to tell the truth about all my very manly feelings, or the time I found guacamole that expired eighteen months prior in the back of my refrigerator.

No, no no no, far and fucking away, the worst part has been my introduction to shite video games.



Fuck me.

All the more reason to get proper twatted for the new year I suppose!

Ramona... please. Return this.

This island is disgusting. Think of the children.

You're going to traumatize our young minds with your uncontrollable plant-induced snogging.
How long is this going to go on?

Lydia, I finished my finals today, so we can do whatever you want tomorrow. And no class on Friday so I don't have to call it a night early if you wanted to go to (can't believe I'm saying this..) Lau's. Nathan's got some coupons he has to redeem anyway.

uh You don't have class either of those two days, right?

Since Christmas break is coming up, does anyone was to get together for some D&D? I know John's in.

whatever haters!! I'm psyched about christmas. Bring on the weird stuff (nothing scary plz)

In fact!! It's gonna be so friggin magical I can even tell your fortunes. yep! It's just like, a thing I do, I'm pretty good at it.

I might be able to tell you whos gonna show up on the hot or not.............if you get me something sweet!!