Alex's Journal

So SimonB and Patrick somehow... decided we needed to make characters for a pulp 31st-century Firefly-style Spirit of the Century game. The war we'd come out of, rather than The Great War, was basically the Alliance war.

Er. I don't ask questions, I just transcribe. And create Annie.

Meet the team!

( VAMPYROS, SPACE VAMPIRE )

( ANNIE SPROCKET )

( KOBOLD THE SPACE DRAGON )

( THE BASILISK )

So we have a... Simon? And a Malkaywash. And a Jayne except with some smarts. And a Book in his younger years.

And it would be totally awesome?

I have a futuristic SPACE PLANE.

Everything is made better by the addition of SPACE.

That is all.

I hate to say it, but not everyone is a winner. In fact, most of these so-called financial 'experts' are failures.

Actually, I don't hate saying that. I'll say that to their faces again and again. Yeah, I'm a frail Indian man throwing verbal punches here on page 165 of a personal-finance book. This is how battles should be fought.

-Ramit Sethi

P: My buddy's gone. And now that A's not here, I think you're the person for the job.
ME: Okay, so?
P: How do you feel about taking up smoking and chasing girls?
ME: Chasing girls would be okay, but I don't think I can do the smoking.
P: Well, one out of two isn't bad.
ME: Do you want me to come hang out with you for your cigarette break?
P: That's what it comes down to, isn't it? [uproarious laughter, leaves]

P: We should be soulmates. We have ESPN. Psychic soulmates. We should date.
A: Isn't that TSN?
P: No, ESPN. You're so silly. Like a rabbit. But yeah, we should totally go on dates and have ESPN and lie to each other about our ages.
A: We already do, buddy. We already do.