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Tonight I duct taped my roomie to someone. Played people-bowling with fruit in the hallway with one of the RHs. Held a conversation with a disembodied voice. And have found myself plunged head-on into a renewal of the REVENGE WAR.
When last we left our intrepid heroine, the S.S. Revenge was still on its maiden voyage.
Since then, there have been few new developments. Finding the pumpkin pickles hanging on his door, the nefarious super-villain The RA was stumped.
Mostly becase, as a show of technical ninja prowess, our heroine installed the pickle performance art while the room was occupied (while, in fact, people were on the couch). For those that are curious as to the fate of the pickles, they were later eaten by a hungry resident while the heroine and her nemesis watched in a combination of horror and amusement.
It was an innocent culmination to round one, and many weeks have passed since with a silence that continued to grow in intensity, decorated with threats.
Until tonight. Until tonight...
I will warn you, what you are about to see is very disturbing. It will not disturb you as much as it does me, but it is disturbing nonetheless. The RA, in all his super-villain cunning, has escalated the REVENGE WAR into a war of photoshop. A war of disturbing. A war of replacing signs. A war of blackmail...a war of the reflection of my flash on a pair of breasts that are clearly not my own.
A war of David Hasselhoff.
I'll give that plenty of room to settle in. I just... it's beautiful in what it accomplishes, but at the same time that makes it HORRIBLE AND EVIL AND DISTURBING. Worse than the knives. Worse than the threats. And I swear revenge before I return home for break. Its means have been secured and oh, it will be sweet and disturbing.
When last we left our intrepid heroine, the S.S. Revenge was still on its maiden voyage.
Since then, there have been few new developments. Finding the pumpkin pickles hanging on his door, the nefarious super-villain The RA was stumped.
Mostly becase, as a show of technical ninja prowess, our heroine installed the pickle performance art while the room was occupied (while, in fact, people were on the couch). For those that are curious as to the fate of the pickles, they were later eaten by a hungry resident while the heroine and her nemesis watched in a combination of horror and amusement.
It was an innocent culmination to round one, and many weeks have passed since with a silence that continued to grow in intensity, decorated with threats.
Until tonight. Until tonight...
I will warn you, what you are about to see is very disturbing. It will not disturb you as much as it does me, but it is disturbing nonetheless. The RA, in all his super-villain cunning, has escalated the REVENGE WAR into a war of photoshop. A war of disturbing. A war of replacing signs. A war of blackmail...
A war of David Hasselhoff.
I'll give that plenty of room to settle in. I just... it's beautiful in what it accomplishes, but at the same time that makes it HORRIBLE AND EVIL AND DISTURBING. Worse than the knives. Worse than the threats. And I swear revenge before I return home for break. Its means have been secured and oh, it will be sweet and disturbing.
