.....and thus my downfall.
I did some brainstorming (I know it's dangerous, but I only have to sacrifice two or three orphans to get the thinking machine to work!) I present unto yee (mostly Nit, so she can if it's okay with her char or not) the plan thus far:
(1:13:02 AM) Jack: Your char will somehow arrive at Nitwit's cabin.
(1:13:10 AM) Jack: Let's say....she's a musician, right?
(1:13:22 AM) Rebecca: yesh
(1:13:43 AM) Jack: Every musician wants to play at Las Vegas. DUH! I mean there's whores and stuff. I know you like prostitutes.
(1:13:58 AM) Jack: But obviously things have gone to poop. So lady needs a way out.
(1:14:08 AM) Jack: Lady is rich. Lady has a helicopter and a pilot.
(1:14:21 AM) Jack: A pilot, who, alas, will shortly become infected as they flee the scene.
(1:14:33 AM) Jack: He'll make a emergency landing somewhere near a remote cabin....
(1:14:35 AM) Jack: TADAAAA
(1:14:56 AM) Rebecca: sounds awesomesauce XD
"Wow!" I hear you say, "Frosty, that's great! But could you not have written that up in a more presentable format?"
"Farck off," says I, "I've had half a bottle and she don't make me feel much better for it so you can stuff your presentations up your rear end!"
"Well, that's rude," you might say.
"Yeah. Sorry about that. Red wine makes me crabby."
"Well.....alright. But don't do it again." You might politely say.
"Oh fuck off!" I might say.
.......I lost what I was talking about here somewhere down the line.
