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[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]
[Balthazar Blake (grimholdkeeper@livejournal.com)]
Balthazar is hardly a fixture in the Nexus, and most of the time when he is there, he's just lurking. Today, however, he's here and less mobile than usual, sitting sullenly on a convenient couch. His left arm is in a sling, and there's a bottle of heavy painkillers in his hand, except he can't seem to get it open, and his swearing is escalating to threat level orange. Finally, he gives up, tossing the bottle into a nearby chair.
"How many times, in the course of a day," he asks no one in particular, "either through accident or evil intent, do you suppose your world almost gets destroyed? My count is seventeen on average, but that's a conservative estimate."
[Balthazar Blake (grimholdkeeper@livejournal.com)]
Balthazar is hardly a fixture in the Nexus, and most of the time when he is there, he's just lurking. Today, however, he's here and less mobile than usual, sitting sullenly on a convenient couch. His left arm is in a sling, and there's a bottle of heavy painkillers in his hand, except he can't seem to get it open, and his swearing is escalating to threat level orange. Finally, he gives up, tossing the bottle into a nearby chair.
"How many times, in the course of a day," he asks no one in particular, "either through accident or evil intent, do you suppose your world almost gets destroyed? My count is seventeen on average, but that's a conservative estimate."