INTERMISSION: Operation Interrupt

Apparently, the lovely show's gotten interrupted.

And when it's back on - everything CHANGES. The rhythm, the characters, the plot - I had NEVER expected it to change.

Now the story's become the re-enacting of the conquering of Adolf Hitler - an obnoxious overlord tries to rule with her skinny iron thumb.

...I'm starting to feel the growing tension in the air (of hatred? anger? I wonder) and the clinging of swords being sharpened not too far away.

Will there be bloodshed...again?

Hopefully not by my own hands. Oh no. The consequences would be indescribable. But there's the undeniable feeling that something terrible will happen - a rebellion of sorts, perhaps?

But I've got my own personal battle(s) to look into. Insane lecturers throwing red herring after the other is NOT my cup of tea. Bloodied scripting works that stumped even the greatest of lecturers (who, supposedly, is pro in his field) finally gets itself fixed by his student in 5 minutes (you know who you are ;P). Crappified connections that break every 5 minutes. And for the love of Loki, I'm being distracted by, of all things, a model figurine of Vergil.

And my own workload screams to be completed.

Let it not be said that Cain (who denies and defies practically FOREVER to be named) tries to remind this Abel to sod off and start working or else face the consequences. But alas...even the devil may cry if it is for a loved one, don't you think?

[Sorry, my bad for the utter randomness. I told you I am currently being distracted by the fallen-but-ever-lovable other Son of Sparda.)

But alright, in the end - probably will assume the lassez-faire mode for now until the time's right...to strike.

-Lammy-