Nah, It's too late. You've probably slept since then. You're probably chipped by now, if your lucky you might not have a satellite yet. Your best bet is to fake you meant nothing by it.
They said that it was too "dangerous" to have explosives near small children, and that somebody might "get hurt" or that the parents would sue them for "dangerous" devices near the children.
At first I just discarded the whole thing, but then Sweets talked me into it. Turns out it can actually generate funds if you get enough orders on it, and you could also staff it, have people managing the orders and the likes. And since I can’t win arguments against girls, I ended up making the “Stegosaurus Steakhouse” despite the fact that I’d never be able to taste-test my own food.
It was while talking to Sweets that I also discussed the possibility of some way to distinguish original Jurassic hub users from newcomers, publicity hanger-ons. She came up with idea of a badge. Users could make badges on here, and distribute them. Users could accept or decline them.
Furperson designed one for us in a heartbeat, a little shirt button that said “I was Jurassic before it was cool.” He also made me one that said “I made Jurassic cool,” which I tried to decline, but yet again, Sweets used her persuasive powers, and I went under.
She passed it out to twenty or so users, and I opened my restaurant to applications. I hired on Boomer as co-owner, Sweets as waiter, and a bunch of other users. We were open for business by that night. It remained dead except for staff, but still, we had fun joking around the place. Somebody managed to set the restaurant on fire, and we spent an hour flooding it before I realized I had a reset button that brought the place back to normal.
It was also during that day that I received a friend request from wolfasa. The name rang a bell. I knew that username! He was on the leaderboard! The big board!
I looked him up to confirm that yes, he was 21st highest user of all time, with XP in the 35,000,000 range. I quickly ran my mouse over his request, prepared to accept. But then I thought about it. What was I going to say? Why was I accepting his friend request, yet ignoring others? Why was he my “friend”?
I turned down my first top 100 friend request that day.
Wait! My name! I must go back and reread everything to make sure i didn't miss something! (Great work!)
I pulled myself out of my deep blue funk the next day, when I decided to test my new moves out. I simultaneously discovered that there was a totally new level this week that I had yet to even peek at.
It was a giant middle-earth battle recreation, a weeklong event, a thousand-user fight of elves and men against humans, whilst Sauron walked around swiping at people with a giant mace. Yeah, that battle.
I had a spur of the moment insane inspiration, and did a group-post to the Jurassic hub users.
TheGreatCon: Going 12 hours straight on the big battle. Join me when you can.
And I portaled in.
For this level there was an entirely separate leaderboard chart, just for the week. It had orcs killed, and also one for orcs killed CONpared against spawns. I didn’t figure I’d top either, but this was a good way to finally do some good ol’ grinding, trying to build up my skill set.
My first couple spawns I didn’t do too great. I had a few good moves up my sleeve, but I still was slower than the fluid figures of the orcs who streamed at me.
But with the arrival of z-whales and waffleboy, things got better. Most of the gang came and went throughout the day, dropping in to play with the group. I picked up a bow early on, and switched to sniping, which I discovered I wasn’t half bad at. I found I could “zoom” with my elf eyes, and that helped immensely.
Okay, did nobody notice my glaring mistake up there? Cause I finally did reading these parts to my bros.
OOC: Yes, i was wondering at first if it was against haradrims and easterlings.
When they unwrapped my leg at the end of the week, I almost bit my tongue off. I got even closer to doing so later when Celeste asked if getting the bandages off had hurt.
“Yes, very much.” I said.
“Did you scream?” She asked.
“No, but I said unCONplimentary things in Russian.” My fingers flew across the keyboard as I ignored her, never making eye CONtact.
“You playing LMB?”
“Nope, agario.” I said.
“Is that the dot game?”
“No, it is a highly sophisticated survival game that involves eating pellets and players in the ultimate race to the being biggest.” I said. “I don’t know what this dot game is that you speak of.”
Mateo was sitting in the corner, mixing paints, and obviously restraining himself from breaking and berating me for my CONplete lack of chivalry. Those days died when I got creamed by a girl on a MMO when I was five.
She wondered away from me, which was quite fine by me. I switched back to LMB now that she was a safe distance away, and processed a few Stegosaurus Steakhouse orders. As of yet I had made only the CONfederation equivalent to $3.14, which I’ve heard is pie over there or something, to which I CON only wonder what type of pie we’re talking about here. Not that I’ve ever had pie.
I could ask Celeste, but that would be an unnecessary verbal exchange. I spared both of this the expended energy it would’ve taken, and the sound of my keys only CONpeted with the wet slap of the paint stirring stick.
“Okay, I think it’s ready.” Mateo said, hoisting the stick and watching it drip off. “Who wants a brush?”
Celeste grabbed one. I held out a hand. “Gimme.”
“You must choose one.” He said.
“I don’t care.” I said, still CONcentrating on the screen.
“Pick.” He said.
“You pick.” I retorted, whilst quickly coding in an adjustment to a ninja roll I was perfecting.
I felt a solid thunk in my palm. I glanced over. “Very funny.” The brush was humongous, and the missing half the hairs.
“Picky.” He said, and picking up two buckets, he trudged out. I clapped the lid shut on my laptop, and followed him out.
Celeste was already out there, studying a diagram I had drawn up. “So, this is the plan?”
“No, that’s a flower. See, if you look at it from this angle.” I adjusted the paper. “It looks exactly like a rose.”
“Well, yeah, I can see it!”
“It’s a blueprint.” I said, handing it to Mateo. “If you CON see a rose in it, you’re hallucinating.”
I think she finally had enough. She stamped her foot. “You’re so mean!”
“Always.” I agreed.
“Do you not like me?” She asked, giving me puppy eyes.
Down here, dogs normally give you that look before lunging at you intending to either steal your lunch, or have you for lunch. “I tolerate on a good day, detest you on most.” I said simply.
You don't like my name! 
Fine! I'll just go and change it!! 
But he's fighting a losing battle with himself. I do feel some pity. XD 
You've probably slept since then. 
*Modwatch's inbuilt lie detector flashes red.* 
