On Reserving at konran

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

So. You think because you enjoy torturing me with those various memes that it might be a good idea to send me into a game that forces me into that predicament on a permanent basis?

You're an idiot.

I like who I am, just fine, thanks and I have no desire to be someone else, even if I'm not really someone else, except that I am.

There isn't even anyone there that I know! How can I be expected to remember who I am without others there to remind me? - You actually hate me, don't you? You're doing this on purpose to see how strong I am.

The only thing about that place that's even remotely positive is the mystery of it all! How is it possible for us to be who we are - and yet not? And how do so many people end up there to begin with?

I just hope it's nothing like the way the last game ended - that was dull.
-SH

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He clearly doesn't know what to make of this.]

Sherlock Holmes.

[He looks her up and down.]

Never met a pink horse before. Nor a talking horse...

[sailorlaughter]

Awww, that's okay! LOTS of people haven't!

Oooooooh, you know what? I should throw you a Welcome Party when you get to Kon Ran! We can have cake and balloons and swim in my pool and it'll be totally awesome!

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock grimaces.]

I don't... do... parties.

[sailorlaughter]

That's fine! I TOTALLY do!

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock grins smugly.]

Thank you for that information. At least I'll know who to avoid when I get there.

[sailorlaughter]

No problemo! You just call up good ol' Pinkie Pie if you need any more help, okay?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Help? What sort of help could you offer?

[Sherlock doesn't ask for help. Well, not directly anyway.]