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XX1: Getting to Know You
That debacle was pretty much something out of an extra terrestrial movie where various sentient beings are abducted from their home planets and jam-jarred for observation. The subjects are convinced that their confinement is inescapable, gradually assume complacency, and adapt to their new lives under the oppressive scrutiny of a humongous totalitarian microscope. They eventually all but forget Big Brother's watchful eyes behind concealed cameras recording everything down to the minutiae of their daily lives, and any genre-savvy movie enthusiast could easily tell you what's soon to follow.
It's actually not half bad. I'm sure someone out there has had it worse.
Let's get down to business. I'm taking a roll call.
Raise your hand if you're familiar with any of the following chumhandles:
It's actually not half bad. I'm sure someone out there has had it worse.
Let's get down to business. I'm taking a roll call.
Raise your hand if you're familiar with any of the following chumhandles:
- gutsyGumshoe
- tipsyGnostalgic
- golgothasTerror
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You got me now.
I'm pretty fucking terrified.
Spare me, Dist the Rose, as I cower before you and tremble at your might.
Okay, I'm done now.
How about you?