Part II: TC's Not-So-Rip-Roaring Rampage of Inebriation (ft. forum friends).
Eager to put a Friday filled with broken promises and unfulfilled expectations behind him, TC made a grand entrance.
And so, just like that, the rampage was over.
Complacency set in.
COULD IT BE?
The smashed savior had made a glorious return, given second life by Shepard's water splashing chakra*.
And just as quickly as the flame was reignited, it died, snuffed out by the suffocating grip of alcohol (okay that doesn't really make sense but whatever). Thus ends part II in the ongoing chronicles of TC's Rip Roaring Rampage of Inebriation. Good night, and good luck.
*This may or may not be an unrealistic portion of the event that might have been given a sensationalistic spin.
TC set the bar wayyyyy too high. Plus, I don't type gibberish when I'm drunk, I'm mostly coherent. I just get... kinda creepy. Lots of pent up sexual frustration ranging over the span of a decade. I mix up ages and... yeah, nothing I've ever or will ever act on, but it gets creepy.
😃🍔🦖🔥🍻☠️🤔🤔🎄😂😂😂 "Maybe we are condemned to walk in circles, chasing the skyline. Maybe it is all a lie. Oh, this is a terrible land of broken promises."