“why did the cyber elf cross the road?”
In truth I don’t know officer.
Yes, I did expressly tell the cyber elf not to cross the road.
No I didn’t order the cyber elf to cross the road, I said “don’t cross the road.”
I said “this is a really busy road, do not! Cross the road.”
Yes, I was aware that it was rush hour, I even said to the cyber elf “don’t cross the road, it is rush hour!”
No I didn’t tell the cyber elf to stand in the middle of the road.
Well No, I didn’t’ tell it to cross the road, I didn’t even believe it would begin crossing the road.
No I know that it stated the reason it was standing in the middle of the road and refusing to move was because I told it not to cross the road, but I didn’t even tell it to go into the road in the first place.
No I didn’t know that that truck was carrying 40 tonnes of compressed gorilla intestines.
No I was not aware that that other truck was carrying flammable gas, though I became aware quickly when my eyebrows vanished.
No I’m sorry, I did not know that there was another truck carrying 40 tonnes of toxic waste on route.
Well I would have warned the driver, accept that I was choking from all the smoke, when that other truck dumped it’s load of liquid manure.
No, I was not aware all of these trucks were on route, well not until they met each other rather violently.
Well perhaps the cyber elf chose this time not to cross the road, because I’d told it not to cross the road, and it was just waiting for the least inconvenient time to not do so?
Wait a minute officer is that your police car?
Yes officer, I just heard you tell the cyber elf not to drive your police car.
Oh look, it has stopped just like you wanted, now your police car is in the middle of the road.
No officer, I don’t think the cyber elf had a mother, much less a mother who was one of those.
Yes officer, I do indeed see another truck approaching your car at high speed, and what is that it’s carrying?
Oh dear!
Now hopefully people will excuse me for a while, it seems I need to emigrate to the Antarctic, wear a false moustache, and go and find a false passport in the name of Norman Bartholomew Fitzwilliam plummington the third!
Fortunately, that nice police officer has offered to help, well that nice ex police officer I should say.
For now, enjoy this weeks updates, and don’t mind the smell!
Updates by dark:
Trigaea: Entry and description.
Inheritance: updated site and download links to the latest version.
Lost vault: entry, description and links.
Updates by Pitermach:
Fixed link to max pain Mod for Superliam.
Our souls with high music ringing; O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. (Arthur O'Shaughnessy 1873.)