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November 7, 2007

Wednesday

You're alone and lost.

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Alone and lost. In the woods. Again. What a shocker. And that's not even the worst part. Just beyond the trees, there where I can't see yet, there's a cemetary. There's always a cemetary.

And then it will start. The poetry. Maudlin, pretentious crap. Paeans to the rotting corpses, to the cold hand of death that will "one day envelop me in his chill embrace".

Look, I know you're into this whole Goth thing, and your teen angst mojo is working for you, but for the love of Christ, leave me out of it! Write about dead ponies or something.

Posted by: No One of Consequence at November 7, 2007 11:07 AM · Permalink

When you are in battle and get lost, there is one golden rule you should obey...

Stay where you are. Hunker down.

Preferring silver over gold, my record for following protocol was a tarnished one.

I started running but quickly became dizzy and confused. Before me lay endless mazes, snares and booby-traps. I tried to slow my breathing down but my emotions got the better of me and I collapsed to the surface beneath my feet.

Finally, my mummy found me and wiped the tears from my face. The Price War was over and it was time to go home.

Posted by: Rick at November 7, 2007 6:36 PM · Permalink