This is a test, this is a test of the emergency Keener mental
breakdown system. This test is not intended to test the list's
functioning abilities, but my own dwindling sanity, this is only a
test...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

    Had this been an actual emergency, the scream you had just heard
would have been followed by a shotgun's retort... I can't think anymore
guys, the last person I ever loved on this Earth just decided to walk
out of my life. My mind is cob webbed and poisoned, leaking out my ears
and yet somehow recognizable as my own. Maybe it's that telltale color
of yellow ooze and blue meldew. Yeah, I know, black would have been so
much more melodramatic, but death has a tendency toward apathy when
dealing with it's victims. No matter how cool you thought you'd be with
your brains splattered against the wall, your still nothing more then a
terrible mess for the morning clean up crew. Have a heart guys, use
small caliber and take your fetal positioning to the bath tub, then your
friends and family can scrub you out, like a rather obnoxious ring
around the porcelain.

    I'm sorry, major spammage, ne? Tell you what, to make up for it,
I'll impose a temporary self ban on myself, no posting till after July
27, my birthday. If all goes well, RAAC will have a revised, new stuff
added edtion of Suicide Blast 1... the same fic will enter the CoRML
competition... and Suicide Blast 3 will get posted to the list in
general. If not, well, you should know where to find me. Hmmmm, maybe
not spam at all, maybe just my own rather annoying form of high drama to
promote my fic, yeah, that's it. That's all it is.

    I couldn't say it over the phone, but I'm so sorry, mom.