agentofoblivion

Guess who's back?

As a promise to the beautiful monster Vivid, I have returned to speak on things that are best left unspoken. I have been seperated from the SG world for about a month and a half, though it constantly wanders in and out of my life in so many ways that I am pretty sure it did not realize I was gone. But as of last night, I reclaimed the Agent moniker and took on a new job: Propaganda Minister for Vivid.

So before we go any further, go comment in her journal, tell her something wonderful, preferrably about her, and then come back. I have words from the darkness of last night.

Did you go? Seriously, go do it before you keep reading. Dont make my job harder. Thats better.

Last night I decided very last minute to venture out to Necto in Ann Arbor. I didnt dress up, didnt wear my top hat, didnt plan on drinking. I got there and saw my friends that I was there to meet, stood at the bar doing shots and kicking back, pretending I was not the walking conspiracy that I always prove to be.

The first person I see? Vivid in all of her five feet of glory, a silly hat and an amazing belt. This belt was cooler than all of you, seriously. After lifting her into the sky and reminding her of my obscene height, we chatted and decided I needed to return to SG. So for those of you that are happy to see me back, thank her, and those of you that are not happy to see me back, well be nice to her anyway, she is way more violent than you.

Thats all for today children, I need to finish repairing my profile, join some groups and maybe eat lunch before I go to work. I woke up on the floor of someone's apartment today and didnt know where I was or why she was laying on top of me, so maybe I should take a shower too. The orange box is in my near future, but at least it pays me well to stand inside it.

RAR.

Agent