Though I haven't contributed much on the forums, I'm still happy to have been a small part of such a wonderful community. I'd like to give my thanks to all I've met here, but more specifically to the og PM crew, Max, Ake, and Sparrot, for helping me find my place here in the earlier days. A special shoutout to Rice and Hikaru as well. You all rock.
A strange bird walks through the doors, feathers tousled and muddied. Walmarts in general have always felt like a place disconnected from the rest of reality.
Perhaps this one was too much so.
The jumping bullet whizzes through the bird's neck, but nothing seems to have happen. Only then does the bird take notice of the chaos within- the explosions of weapons that could only harm eardrums, a swat team deploying, and the general empty disposition of the employees.
The bird does a 180 and exits the store.
Today I fucked up
Minato! This is why I told you to drink responsibly. ): I hope your arm heals quick.