Coffee

For the record, I wish to state that I am not angry right now.

I am furious.  No--I have gone beyond furious to that state of calm where things have a tendency to be destroyed when I happen upon them.  Inanimate objects tremble in fear of my arbitrary wrath.

People like you are the reason I dislike helping people.  People like you are the reason I dislike people.  You paid lip-service to the rules of civility and manners and truth all while attempting to play me like some sort of fool.  Well, I am fooled no more.  You who spoke so disparagingly of "betrayal" and then attempted to pull the wool over my eyes, intentionally misleading me and trying to make yourself come out smelling like a rose.  Well let me tell you, you do not smell like a rose, my dear.  You lied to me. You made me look like a fool in front of people that I actually give a shit about.  Allow me to illustrate my reaction to finding this out with an amusing gif!

For those of you who can't see the gif, it's Disney's Hades getting so furious that his cigar burns down to a nub in under a second.

I do not forget things like that.  I will not forgive this. 

Protip: If you contact one of the mods at my game, and they tell you no, you can not do that thing that you want very dearly to do, do not under any circumstances contact the next mod on the list with the same question in the hopes that one of us will say yes.  Because we do get together and discuss things, oh yes, poppet.  And should it come to light that you have done this thing, by god do not let us find you.  Because then you will have to deal with ME.  I am not called "The Mean Mod" for nothing.

Our game.  Our rules.  And you will abide by them, or so help me god, you will be gone in the space of a heartbeat.  You will be out of here so fast that the skin of your ass will sizzle as you skid out the door.

So why don't you go form a game with that shit Prima apper we got a while back? You two would make a great couple.

This is your own fault.  You brought this on yourself.  Actions have consequences, my dear, as I am sure you are finding out with great gusto. You are not a unique and special snowflake. You have broken your won rules, but apparently they only apply to other people, and not you?  So fuck you and the frozen inter-dimensional pony you rode in on, sister.  I am through with this shit. 

Bro fucked up my network connection. Either that or my network card id dead, but I suspect that isn't the case, cause if it was, then I'd still be able to get on the Emac. So, yeah. No playtime for me anytime soon.

Guess who just got Apartment Life?


This guy.


Unfortunately, the most tedious part of installing a new EP has nothing to do with inputting codes or updating game files, but rather with updating all the mods necessary to make the damn game playable.  So that's what I'm going to be doing for the next...eh, day?  IDK yet.  I've already been doing it for one.


But when that's all done, I'm going to be updating the guy's apartment into a real one, cause their houseguest is slowly becoming a permanent member of Casa de HLP, and I'm pretty sure Sean's tired of sleeping on the couch.  Classy basement flat get.