After about five minutes into joining, I seem to have gotten myself stuck in quicksand. Help has been slow to respond. I fear I will die here.
While images of death fill my thoughts, brighter ones appear of well. The faces of my darling wife, Steve, and our children, Steve and Steve. They are what keep me going while falling through this dark abyss.
My only hope is that somehow, god will smile his great blocky smile upon me and send one of his fallen angels to help me in this time of need. I need... a moderator.
While images of death fill my thoughts, brighter ones appear of well. The faces of my darling wife, Steve, and our children, Steve and Steve. They are what keep me going while falling through this dark abyss.
My only hope is that somehow, god will smile his great blocky smile upon me and send one of his fallen angels to help me in this time of need. I need... a moderator.