3day. . .

I shall e-mail you tomorrow okay and maybe we can talk on AIM about images and such. . .glad you thought of me to give you a hand. Might I suggest, also, the lovely WhoGirl who's imaging technique is almost as good as mine. When she is with me I shall train her to be a Jedi, but still, however, she might also be able to lend a hand to speed up the process.

However, I have noticed that there is nor hide nor hair or me in this strange tale and yet my fair resides in Chapter One. This is something we shall have to remedy then, ain't it. ;)

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{amid the throng, ignites lighter and holds it in the air}
Play some Freebird, man! FREEBIRD!!
Couldya throw me in the mix? You could even kill me off Kenny style if you wanna...

Whogirl has not yet approved of her role in my story. I hope she is not terribly offended. If she is....oh well.

View, I have a feeling a handfull of poo will make it into one of the future chapters.

Rammar, is there somewhere in this story you see yourself? I'll try to work you in the future chapters.

A GatorDeb snapping at the breakfast table?

I didn't know I had to approve. Yeah, that's fine.

As for my imagery skills that View referred to: I can only make still photos. I haven't quite gotten the hang of animation. I'd be willing to do a few stills if they're needed.

Pretty good read...but I think you have too much time on your hands. :)

Here's a few ideas:
... in the darkest corner of the room, trying to look natural striking a conversation with a potted plant. (i've killed 4 plants that way... the sad part is 3 of 'em were made of silk {*rimshot*})

... standing outside in the biting cold, with my nose pressed against the window, looking in on the warmth and happiness being shared by those on the inside. As i let out a pitiful sigh, my breath condenses on the glass and obscures my view. The warmth and happiness now a haze, i walk away into the dying day, my breath trailing behind me. Past the houses with holiday lights sparkling every color of the rainbow. Past street lights bedecked in holiday cheer. Past Deftones 17 his [BANNED] frozen to a light-sculpture of a reindeer since mid-December....

That is no lie.