can I sail through the changing ocean tides, can I handle the seasons of my life

((semi-RP mode))

I should have known better. Oh, hells, I did know better, but I did it anyway. Well, no longer. Two very unstable mutations from two separate incidents of exposure to high radiation?



Not again. I don't care who's gotten injured. I'm not going.

But in other news...Stiv hath returned!

...only it's not Stiv. Well, it's not Stiv Kaczmarak.

[23:24] Stiv Rogozarski shouts: I'D LIKE TO SAY I AM SORRY!
[23:24] Sphynx Soleil cackles
[23:25] Hank Rucker cackles too
[23:25] Sphynx Soleil: must be minimum safe distance :)
[23:25] Stiv Rogozarski shouts: EM, I AM SO SORRY!
[23:25] Emilly Orr: Uh-oh
[23:25] Hank Rucker: HEH
[23:26] Stiv Rogozarski shouts: EM, I NEVER MEANT ANYTHING BY THAT
[23:26] Emilly Orr shouts: What the hell did you do now? And why do you have a different last name??
[23:26] Stiv Rogozarski shouts: NOTHING, JUST ASSUMED I'D DO DAMAGE CONTROL

Then...the arrival of said noob:



[23:27] Emilly Orr: AAAAH
[23:27] Stiv Rogozarski: Shit, you got short Em
[23:27] Hank Rucker: LOL!
[23:27] Emilly Orr: He's all....NORMAL!!!!!
[23:27] Hank Rucker: He re-rolled. He's default nubbie
[23:27] Stiv Rogozarski: I still make love to sheep
[23:27] Stiv Rogozarski: I'm all Stiv

I guess so. Good gods, though...So, apparently, somehow, God died--again--on the grid. We're not sure what happened.

The problem is, without the main account of the Lord my Stiv, I can make no changes to the Church group. The Church of Stiv...may, in fact, be dead.

[0:44] Emilly Orr: Um...you have dancing children now?
[0:44] Stiv Rogozarski: Not since I visted the clinic

Well, at least he hasn't changed...