I appreciate you resisting that urge, Mister Shatner.

I’m drawing a blank.

Who?

No thank you.

I will apply this pepper-spray to your face, though.

Liberally.

I am not drinking orange juice with a sore throat! Are you crazy? Anything acidic hurts like mad when you have a sore throat!

You’re welcome, anon-y-friend!

I play sometimes. The server I was playing on for a bit went down so I haven’t logged on in a while and offline mode doesn’t interest me anymore.

My character had a J.C. Denton skin.

I have a feeling you got that off of something.

I’ll see about getting some.

H-…

How-…

…

If it’s something you enjoy doing, and you’re getting through all of your life’s obligations, I wouldn’t think it’d be a big deal. In a sense, it’s no different than any other thoughtless activity.

If you find you’re lacking in time, then obviously you need to focus on your work first. Reward yourself with something you enjoy after you’ve done something productive.

And that goes for anything really.

Of course, I’m not a doctor.

No offense “doctor”, but orange juice will burn the hay out of a sore throat.

What’s a Japanese?

…

I’m just playing. I have no idea.

I don’t think you’re a medical doctor.

Oh, and yeah, I’m sick. Throat hurts.

You draw the binoculars from your second bag that Twist is carrying and scan the area from behind a pillar. Incidentally, the others take your cue and hide also. You wish you had a cardboard box to hide under, then you could be like that video game character!

“I was born on a battlefield…” You repeat in your head, like a Mantra. You may be misquoting that; who knows?

From in the distance you see it. Were it not completely black, it would be obscured from the snow. The silhouette of a pony marches slowly to the left, somewhere between the building with a large roof and the long, flat building. From the distance, the shadow’s undetailed body looks small, but your open range experience tells you it’s much larger. Possibly only a little shorter than the awning you’re under.

For just a moment, its head turns to look at you and locks with your gaze. Its eyes, some strange, white, swirling threads that dance around in a relative, but unpredictable circle. You pull back behind the pillar to hide from the vortex-like stare and realize your vision was starting to fade to black. You relay what you saw to the others. Amy remarks that there certainly wasn’t a giant when she scanned around yesterday.

You have no idea if your fading vision was something the giant consciously did or just an affect its gaze causes. It may or may not be aware of your presence.

I called in to make sure and this did not take place.

Praise be to Cerestia and Runa, though.

Thanks.

Of course, now my throat is starting to feel sore. Could be nothing. Could be getting sick.