<Nessari> Placid, whatever you do, don't not go to Africa. Vokram, do something extreme. Autodiktat, be awesome.
<Vokram> Nessari: I've been reading this crap to input it is a fault.
<Autodiktat> Nessari: Not by none hath pass'd and reaching the sixth amid so spake ceas'd not count'nance similar appointment he my hands but with toiling 'scap'd from sea is more punish'd if god's wrath be on your bedroom floor sobbing because I made ere to this wretched race who slow their place of thy reading give account in this world of his bounds heaven of his substance and I do everything that any that merit more especial.
<Nessari> Placid?
<Placid> Nessari: Autodiktat is taken.
<Vokram> You making this face and genius.
<Nessari> D"8

I let it go to my head, and get smacked back down. I'm going to go compose poetry about how the world hates me and being covered entirely in black helps somehow now.