You're waiting desperately for the second part of the wild feed (because even I, a goddess who is a major part of the storyline, have no idea what is going on), and there's no-one at the Sactuary. There's no-one at the Sanctuary to feel my anger, and pain, and my angry pain, and man it's warm in here, but there's no-one to talk to, and I feel invalidated! Almost everybody has abandoned dear, sweet ITW... except you, my darling, chewy Doyle-y, except you. I knew I could count on you. You and I, together, we shall end the murderous reign of voy, which thinks it's oh-so evil, but is really on a piss stain in terms of evilness, I mean come on, "voy", not really a name to inspire fear and loathing in Las Vegas now, is it? I mean, if you named your board "I'm going to eat all your faces slowly and horribly whilst keeping you alive", *that* might make people worry a little, no? But voy, voy, voy... you come with all your try-hard attempts at being evil, and all you do is be an interesting shade of blue, and then the posts go white, and you can't read your own posts, which is kinda evil, but probably due more to server problems than anything else, thus once again confirming that voy is nothing but a twig in the great gutter of life, a twig to be stepped on and broken into tiny itty-bitty tiger-sized pieces until it can't scream anymore, at which point you give it a glass of water and wait a few hours until it can scream again, because what's the fun if there's no screaming, it's like spending all night banging away at a guy, just to discover he's Riley Finn. Bah. I need me some scrambled eggs. *chains her naked and sweaty self to ITW on top of Doyle, even though as a god she could probably find a much more efficient way of keeping ITW around* My soft and delectable Doyle, what would I ever do without your fuzzy purple pants and tomato tree to keep me sane? -Glory