*deliberately pokes
Mac*
Which is to say..>
*
Formendacil whines about everyone voting for him*
What's that make,
Nessa--five votes for me? Six? Two-thirds of the village? About as many votes for me as you've posted all game?
It's highly amusing, in a deathly sarcastic sense, that I've been back online for all of an hour, I've contributed one semi-studied post containing some serious business, and I already feel like one of the loudmouths today.
That means I'll be lynched and probably be innocent, of course, but it's still darkly humorous, especially if
Mac and
Sally were to get eaten tonight... toMorrow would have to be pantomimed!