I beleive I can top all of you, Ladies and Gents.

I have psychology classes in a networked computer room, and my class was a breeze, so I finished the final early, and called up Javalon.

Try convincing to a computer illiterate teacher that the people on my game are really not giving me the answers to my test.

While I was talking, Threap killed me and devoured my body in true Sorc style.

I showed the teacher the text, and he said any game so utterly disgusting is no threat, since no one with any intelligence would play it.

Bet it irked him when I aced the class.

Gil.

Written by my hand on the 13th of Springflower, in the year 1000.