& I think I won
Roxanne, it's the 16th of July, Two Thousand Four, &
>> I don't know how to start this. Imagine, if you will you are a figure who writes things on the internet. Your name used to be important but it was forgotten easier than you would think. It's not as if it's privileged information, but no one seems to mind calling you Vomit or VD instead. You used to be a gamedev. Some people still consider you an artist. But for all extensive purposes you're a professional dog.
And in many ways, that's a lie. She still is infected with the same need for attention as every other bleeding heart. Have you checked your website?
"Whether or not I check my wesbite is besides the point."
For the first time in a long time in a long time, you have mail.
"I haven't checked for any mail or updates in awhile. It's pointless." Not this time. VD goes to check her inbox for the first time in a long time. And she finds something new.
"Fine." >> VD goes to check her inbox for the first time in a long time. And...
"Ah. A few responses"
From some old faces.
And new ones.
"Several characters want to give input on my last tussle