There's a frigging board game!
It's incredible!


Separation, Part II“Fine, Buffy. I’m not going to argue with you anymore. But I can tell that you’re not happy here. There’s no potential for you in Los Angeles. That’s all I’m going to say. But when I leave here tomorrow morning, you should know that I have an extra ticket. There’s absolutely nothing stopping you from using it.” Giles pushed his ticket across the table toward Buffy.Separation, Part II
The Slayer let the tears jump over her cheeks. “I just can’t, Giles.”
“Well, you have the ticket. It’s up to you.” Giles stood from the table and left coins on the table for the bill. Buffy stood too, wiping the tears from her eyes. “It’s been


Separation, Part IBuffy sat at her table and swished the food around on her plate. God, this was such a rut. Every day she woke up to the same bland apartment, went to the same derogatory workplace, ate the same crap for lunch, went home and wished she was in Sunnydale. Then she went to sleep crying and woke up the next day. The cycle continues.Separation, Part I
She made enough money to get by, especially since Lily had moved in. She saved what she could and hoped that someday she had something to spend it on. But for now she waited tables for a bunch of assholes who tip extremely poorly. It didn’t help her minimum-wage pay. Eight hours every day except Sund


Crackpot, Part IILeanne rushed through the halls at 9:30, struggling to get her books under control as she hurtled to her first class. She nearly ran into something and her books went tumbling from her hands.Crackpot, Part II
Swearing loudly, she looked up at who it was she nearly tripped over.
And then she took a cross from inside her jacket and brandished it at her Watcher, standing in front of her. He backed away and winced. “Whoa. What?”
“You didn’t think I’d notice, did you? The closed blinds, the red liquid you take through the door after I leave, how I’ve never seen you touch a cross or be in sunlight… and how yo


Crackpot, Part ILeanne stared at the wall and thought about the dream she’d had. It wasn’t the only one like it; they seemed to be part of a series. They were always about a short blonde girl who seemed to have abnormal strength for someone that size. And yet with the exception of last night, she’d always come out victorious.Crackpot, Part I
Last night, the short blonde girl had jumped off a massive tower into a hovering pool of mixed images that shortly disappeared and left the blonde girl lying dead on the ground. A small group of people crowded around her and blanched in shock; only one, a particularly white-haired male, broke down right away.
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andrew wells: i feel used, and violated....and i need a lozenge.
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YOU SHOULD NOT INJURE WHAT YOU CANT KILL!!!!!!!
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"I'd like to keep Spike as my pet." - Illyria
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i am the king of the internet. represent!
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Tell James Marsters his new love interest is a cement block, he'll have chemistry with the cement block. We'd all be Spike/Cement Block shippers, there'd be a S/CB fic list, and when JM looked at the block just so, we'd post "wow, CB looked hot tonight."
Your signanture made me laugh.
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And then I'll marry Bob Dole and raise penguins in Guam.
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Tell James Marsters his new love interest is a cement block, he'll have chemistry with the cement block. We'd all be Spike/Cement Block shippers, there'd be a S/CB fic list, and when JM looked at the block just so, we'd post "wow, CB looked hot tonight."
Charles
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'You didn't by chance happen to just eat a couple of nerds, did you?'
"Destructo girl, that's me"
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'You didn't by chance happen to just eat a couple of nerds, did you?'
"Destructo girl, that's me"
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