There was something disturbingly familiar about the note on the bar desk. The handwriting was all pretty curves.
"You're in a Stinger Topic, Max!"
The truth was a burning green crack through my brain.
Everything I done is being talked about in text box after text box. Words and Emoticons and Videos being posted to discuss about the gameplay mechanics. All in a topic that can never be archived populated by 24 users and the occasional guests. I was in a Stinger Topic. Funny as Hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.
"You're in a Stinger Topic, Max!"
The truth was a burning green crack through my brain.
Everything I done is being talked about in text box after text box. Words and Emoticons and Videos being posted to discuss about the gameplay mechanics. All in a topic that can never be archived populated by 24 users and the occasional guests. I was in a Stinger Topic. Funny as Hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.