Hobsonphile

mumbleidiotsdon'tknowthevalueofVirmumble

Every time I'm prompted in roleplay to tell the sad tale of How Vir Got Here, it always puts me in a mood to cry. And knock some glorified peacock skulls together. Stupid-heads.

Do you suppose this is a sign that I'm too invested in my muse? *g*

ETA: WAAAAH!