The Old Hack

I know how that feels. I normally don't consider myself sportsball people but back in 1992 I watched the European soccer championship religiously because Denmark had made it into it because of an eleventh-hour cancellation. When Denmark won the championship I was sitting with friends yelling loudly at the TV screen like a maniac.

Oh yeah?

I like talking to myself. That way I always have an attentive audience no matter how inane and idiotic my rambling gets.

More importantly, it sounds exactly like the sort of thing Catalina would instantly think was a good idea. And then minutes later horribly fail at because she couldn't keep her big mouth shut. You see, Catalina has another magical power -- her mouth is always big no matter how small she gets.

That's mean. Why won't you let your pants watch it, too?

Please do not make statements that absolutist. It is rude. I also disagree with you. My own medical and biological knowledge is not all that great, and I can nonetheless make myself move properly. I do not see how I require a medical degree to imagine someone else moving.

... ...it has succeeded, then. The End Times are upon us all. The Compline bells are ringing in the last hours of existence on this Earth. The stars are right, or perhaps terribly, terribly wrong. Bel-Shamharoth, the Sender of Eight, is awakening. Frantic monks in ancient hidden monasteries leaf through forgotten prophecies in vain, hoping against hope to find the annotation that might save us all. Hysterical laughter echoes in the bowels of the Netherworlds as it at last becomes apparent that even Death may die. The very strings that bind the fabric of reality together quiver and strain as particles dance a quantum danse macabre. Somewhere in the sands of the desert a Beast of eternal and insatiable hunger stirs, sensing that it at long last shall break its chains and feed without restraint. As the Sun sets for the last time it sheds a light to disfigure Hell itself. The Universe is coming to an end... ...that, or maybe mlooney needs to add more detergent to his dish washer.

The exact limit is unknown so far but we know it easily includes the room she is in and its immediate surroundings. I would guess a bubble a hundred feet across wouldn't be unreasonable.

This is all going on in Sarah's head. Does masturbation require consent, and from whom?

Certainly, if the 'open doors' rule counts. If Sarah gained the necessary knowledge and skill to become a surgeon, she could invite her patient into a surgical theatre complete with instruments, prep the patient and cast the spell. She could then operate on the dream version of her patient with no risk to the real patient at all. It might be rather gruesome but she could even make several attempts of the same operation in order to determine the optimum approach.

No no. Morphing is when physical laws politely suggest that you shouldn't do it and you regretfully but firmly inform them that this is going to happen and they will just have to accommodate.

This is the sort of occasional small pleasant surprise that makes life so much more worthwhile.

Look, the French aren't all that backwater. I'm sure they have a public cheese wheel transport system.

Don't be mean. I'm sure the French would be happy to let their guests from Moperville use some of their cheese wheels.

Really? I thought the French just rode cheese wheels.

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This brings back memories of first getting Civilization. The first one. In 1991. One More Turn syndrome set in HARD, and suddenly I noticed sunlight streaming in through the window. I had started my game early in the evening. Mind you, it also brings back memories of playing Civ 4. Specifically, the religion bit. I tried to introduce Christianity to Washington D.C. and failed miserably. I couldn't help but wonder if the game was trying to tell me something.

Indeed. Hence the terms SNAFU (Situation Normal, All Fouled Up) and FUBAR (Fouled Up Beyond All Recognition), only the verb in question isn't actually 'fouled.'

But what if they are intransitive hijinks? *scratches head*

Canon cannon cannot can canoes non-canonically.

It's actually a really interesting question. Does the magic flow act like treacle, oil, or the like? Or possibly it does spread like air would, only more like a gas introduced in an area with uniform air pressure and spreading solely by Brownian motion? Do physical obstacles matter, or how much? Does the shape of the terrain or gravity? I guess only Dan knows, but there's a lot of possible variables. *scratches head*

HA! And I didn't even need a citation for it! ./flex

My own belief on the nature of the universe is based on inverse solipsistic existentialism. I believe that I am made up, but that everything else is real.

Possibly, but that was a matter of minutes. Box suggested casting it at a rate of two or three times an hour. Possibly one hour is all that is needed for the pressure to reassert itself. *scratches head* Really, all I can think of is that Sarah probably heard the story of Not-Tengu and therefore can reason all this out on her own, or that Box believes either that it will not be a factor or that Sarah is smart enough to be able to work it out. Which last is not a completely bad assumption.

I saw Doc head in the same direction with a huge pile of electronics in his arms whilst cackling madly, so Bandit may be a bit delayed.