|A day shy of a week ago Robotech Master was out on his e-bike when an SUV struck him and drove off. According to the most recent news available, he passed away from his injuries at around 2:00 this morning. I have kept some news up on his user page and, at this point, ask that anyone wishing to leave messages or tributes do so on either his talk page or another page that can be used for such things. His account here and all of the stories he has gifted the Shifti community with will be preserved in memoriam, as we also did for Morgan.|
The camp counselor in his voluminous blue robe stood before the pile of toothpicks that had once been a summer camp before the tornadoes had come through. "I'm sorry children -- I wish we could have rescheduled but with the storm knocking down all the IP infrastructure, your parents just brought you anyway. Anyway, we have no choice but to move the advanced teenager camp forward to include you young gentlemen. Now, if you will just open each of your envelopes and read the enclosed incantation (printed using smaller words to match your reading level) we can get started.
The two deer stood there side by side, chewing, watching the world around them. "You know," said little Johnny Waker, "this wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for all the pesticide they'd been spraying." With that he spit out some of the cud.
"Yea, they really should go through this to see what it does to the flavouring!"
Johnny motioned towards a rabbit head peaking out of a hole. "I guess it could be worse. We don't have to dig our own homes--"
"Just be rained on--"
"Oh come on! You can hardly feel it under the trees!"
"Okay, okay, granted."
"Besides, anything is better than having to deal with a vitamin deficiency."
Johnny chewed some more grass, then motioned towards the rabbit that was all the way out of his hole. On his breast was the handy sticky label Phill Guesser. The bunny sniffed around, and then started eating a kind of small dry pellet.
"Johnny, that's not--"
"Yea, it is."
AUTHORS NOTE: To get the joke: