Yeah, -----es, I'm back up in this one horse coffee shack with a penchant for prose, and this espresso bar is compatible with my orbiting brain lasers. For those of you who don't know the hisstory (because if herstory is the feminine form, then it needs another goddamn s. Damnit. Maybe his and her Tories!), see HELP HISTORY10.

That's right. I started this rag back in 2003 and (Damn. Has it already been 5.5 years?) then I snuck out the back door in the dark of night soon after, never to be seen or heard from again. Until the following morning when I was suddenly seen and heard from again over and over sailing under a new, vaguely penis-shaped flag.

Actually, "started" isn't quite the right word. It was more like the guy they really wanted wasn't hip on NO-PK status, and the second guy had plans already, and the third guy had to wash his hair, and the fourth guy had a headache, and apps were due, and nobody else was around, and my date for the prom had just stood me up, and there I was all alone with a tuxedo and a corsage and no dance partner. And so I filled in the gaping cavity of leadership. And thus I became the most worthless leader ever. Except for this one time...at band camp...

And so I find myself back here once again, not only incapable of staying in a new, vaguely penis-shaped flagone place for long, but also scared of trying new things. Like the lost puppy that follows you home because you smell like bacon. And suddenly the founders are back together. Except not really, because we seem to be missing a woman. Now we'll see how long this lasts. Anyone want to start a pool?

- Fiendish

Oh, right. On the subject of clanhopping...
Why does everyone assume that I left Imperium for some horrible reason? I just left because I felt like it. No intraclan shenanigans were afoot, no toilets had been clogged and stuffed with newspapers and refuse, no yaks were shaved in the process.

Them: "hi"
Me: "howdy"
Them: "Weren't you in Imperium?"
Me: "An astute observation."
Them: "So why did you outcast?"
Me: "I just felt like it."
Them: "But why?"
Me: "No reason."
Them: "Come on. You can tell me."
Me: "No, really, nothing happened. I just felt like leaving."
Them: "Fine, be that way!"
Me: "What?"
---------- is ignoring you.
Me: "Dude..."
---------- is ignoring you.
 

Like five times a day. My god, people, what the hell. Seriously. Get a hobby or something. Learn to make your semen shoot. Gren can teach you how.