Well, this seems like an appropriate time to revive this topic. Happy Saint Patrick's day. To celebrate, I shall be typing in green for the rest of the day. *Bites into a green, shamrock-shaped cookie*
I totally missed this yesterday. Happy belated Saint Patrick's Day.
Well, this seems like an appropriate time to revive this topic. Happy Saint Patrick's day. To celebrate, I shall be typing in green for the rest of the day. *Bites into a green, shamrock-shaped cookie*
I totally missed this yesterday. Happy belated Saint Patrick's Day.
Speak of the Shamrock and he shall appear. eventually
*After a few seconds, you become aware that your sword has vanished into the cushions of the armchair*
*Once I notice, I begin lifting the cushions to find it*
*There seems to be an infinite amount of cushion to search; in fact, after a few seconds of looking, you realise you cannot see the rest of the room anyone. You, like your sword, have been swallowed by the chair.*
*Once I notice, I begin lifting the cushions to find it*
*There seems to be an infinite amount of cushion to search; in fact, after a few seconds of looking, you realise you cannot see the rest of the room anyone. You, like your sword, have been swallowed by the chair.*
*There seems to be an infinite amount of cushion to search; in fact, after a few seconds of looking, you realise you cannot see the rest of the room anyone. You, like your sword, have been swallowed by the chair.*
*I panic and just want to get out of the chair*
*A voice in the back of your mind suggests you don't need to go out; everything you could possibly want is here in the chair*