Someone should make a 'Post fggt' wallpaper.

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I'm planning on going America all over everybody's ass fairly soon.

As it turns out, I will be roughly an hour away from @Gorgenmast's present location tomorrow. Will the stars allign in such a way to facilitate PrecipiceCon2015? Fate will see tomorrow.

There was a hard truth in the club that Sahle had not comprehended when he had worked there, but there were glimpses of it in the drug-induced memories that overpowered him now. It had been like the decadent and boundless orgies of Heliogabalus, the last lewd hurrah of failing Empires. This was the end of the Ottoman Turks, the people who drank in the wealth of the east and celebrated imperium with harems and hashish, and who's one thousand years of fratricidal palace intrigues had came to their climax at the same time Sahle entered Armenia. But there was another Empire ending here. It was also the last hurrah of the 19th century European dream, the mission civilisatrice and the gentlemen who had dreamed it. Those last few orientalists of the old type, the intellectual playboys of Europe who saw the east as a lamp-lit gateway to everything mystical and erotic, this was their place and Stanley Barnham was one of their dying breed. These two, the Ottoman and the European, partied stupid for as long as time would allow, because they knew that when the sun came up over the cold new world, they would be left in a syphilitic gutter to be forgotten.

This is Radio Aaron, reporting my disappearance to the Port Sanilac area.

Oh jeez, I thought you'd say something through steam...

Fug.