You did well in killing me,
Anguirel.
First, because RL kept me busy much longer than I thought.
Second, because all the time I was seperated from the internet one thought kept rotating in my mind: "I need to look at
Ang."
But it seems, fortunately, like my help was not needed anyway.
I came back yesterday evening with my best intentions to read through everything that has been posted and then sadly saw that I was no more. It made the decision hunt-penguins-on-downs vs. watch-football-with-friends a lot easier.
Still I need to ask you: why me? To leave a cold trail like some were thinking?
Chapeau to
Nogrod and
Thinlómien. The narration and the deaths were just great. That first penguin image gave me an uneasy sleep that night.
And chapeau to us villagers. We were going quite precisely after penguins and cobblers without lynching
one innocent. Has that ever happened before in WW history?