sc00t, you are to blame for this.
Frankly, this was likely coming. As I'm writing more, I feel like I can tell a mediocre story. What better place to tell that mediocre story than at the grocery store for nickels?
See, I know what you're saying. The grocery store would frown on this. As it turns out, you're right, I'm wrong. So I've decided to bother you folks. Yeah, I can't get nickels from you...but you can't throw rotten bananas at me.
I win.
(Oh...I'm John, but there are too many of those running around. I've been known as Comey on the internet for fifteen years now; this is a good thing, since it's my last name and it'd be weird if I were known as something else. I've been fortunate enough to have told some good stories in this game, and, for some reason, am still held in high esteem in some circles and by those of you who remember me...it's been about seven years since I played, if you don't count the failed fWo reboot, in which I wrote one RP before the thing collapsed. Hopefully, if I make the come back in this community, I'm not like that flesh-eating bacteria that's going around. Feel free to drop me a line anytime. Those who know me will tell you I'm witty, pretty, and generally likable. Oh, and I may be able to write a thing or three. Who knows if I still can...)