As with any RPG, tabletop, electronic, or otherwise, the key to survival is allowing oneself to be shaped by the assigned environment.
You haven’t lived until you’ve bounced a transmission off the ionosphere.
I fully respect the hair game.
Dibs is dibs.
After I save the world, I still have to live with myself.
We’re on a journey for the future hope of mankind. But candy would be nice.
The hair doesn’t make the man, the man makes the man.
Right for some can be downright horrific for others, and knowing that has kept me vertical when so many have gone horizontal.[to Gabriel]
No one gets to clock out today. And, hell, this is a story people are gonna tell.
I am indeed a smarty pants.
Drawing together associations and behaviors, that’s a solid stab.
