Having only just logged in today, I can't help but feel that I missed some massive humorless drama, the magnitude of which can only be matched by the number of nipples that totally aren't on the furry suit that I definitely don't keep in my closet. I'd scroll back to the prior pages to confirm my suspicions, but the faded hallucination of myself that I keep seeing pop in and out of existence convinces me that in some alternate universe, doing so locked me into a logic retardation loop.
I suppose I'll have to be content, and occupy myself with playing Undertale while wearing my Twilight Sparkle hoodie as the soothing voice of a non-specified gender individual who was a dragon in her past life narrates Sonic fanfiction for me from her Tumblr account. Y'know, wholesome Christian activities.