Nos-tal-jar

Day 2,928, 15:34 Published in Australia United Kingdom by Agent Chieftain




So I've been a wandering around this miserable ePlanet for a long time. Flipping from body to body. Playing role after role. Eating soul after soul. Still feeling empty.



I used to get a buzz and now it's more like a bus. A number 47. I didn't pay the fare....ever.....and of course Jack doesn't really care. Stan is too busy driving. So I just ride. I just keep riding around and around. But this time Blakey has got on....and you know Blakey.....right miserable old sod. So it all goes off.. Don't know what I mean? Are people writing in the comments that they don't understand? Of course they are. Because the days where this would have caused a rise were the days when Dishmcds played the game. Sat in his warehouse, bored to crap, pondering invasion far too much. Or perhaps GLaDos was still preening himself, thinking he could take over the world and irrit-ertaining people with that irrepressible ego. Don't know the names? Exactly.


I remember when Scrabbers kept winning Presidency..... Then ate some Maple. Irritating Spock face, but kicking up a stir. Causing a fracas. Challenging the quo and creating something interesting. He and I pumping money to a young kid call Chris Stanwick, helping him find the ropes. Many more besides but you forget them right? Max and I used to bemoan this over our drunken hazes (can you do plural in that way?).....if only we could have written it all down!



Woxan was a bitch. Always. Even when he won presidency it was through scams and bribery and I dare anyone to deny it. Apart from the usual suspects who always had his back. I'll give him credit though.....he stirred. He breathed. Shook it up. I always liked that about the game. Absolute crazies could just pound out a few soundbites, bribe a few politicos, perhaps suck an admin ckoc, and behold they were a hero.

Remember the religions? By Dio, they were amazing. The religious rivalry? The hazing? The cultist cacophony of crazy collusion (am I trying too hard for alliteration?)

I know. I'm being soppy. This is the kind of pathetic sensitivity that could even make you share a drink with Mr Phoenician. (We loved him really.....at least he has some kind of soul).




And then there were the Angels. Rainy (heart), crazy cat lady (she was hot in the day....maybe still is!), Claire.....oooooooo.....was she a real lady? She was sooooooo....smooooooov. That lady with fingers-and-guns-and-attitude?

Miss my fireside chats with Zoli. I didn't agree with some of his plans, but he was generous, smart, interesting......we had some big rucks.....but we always got each other.

I know most people have no idea what I'm talking about. So I'm going to spend some money and post this in a couple of miserable countries and watch the comments of confusion and just chuckle knowing that if I get 3 comments it's a lot by today's gameplay.

What should I end with?

Oh....I know.....maybe PEACE at home, PEACE in the world (that was fun!)

Or maybe the funniest of all? Go on then.....Pride, Power, Pakistan.

Adieu.