<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://www.creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=48640"><span style="font-size: 90%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Out Of Character</span></span></a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/SWVBe8b.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#2e2e32; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#9966cb; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"><img alt="" src="http://i.imgur.com/WWtSggu.png" style="float:left; padding:6px;"/><span style="color: #000000">You can lead a horse to water, but because it's stronger than you, you would have little success in trying to drown it. <span style="font-weight: bold">Welcome to Night Vale.</span><br/><br/>Hello, listeners. Another year, another opportunity to make promises to yourself you will not keep. I know that I, for one, will start exercising, do more charity work, and make friends with my brother-in-law. Ah, I suppose now that I've announced it on the radio for all of you to hear, I am obligated to at least make an attempt. Remember that for the future, listeners. Never announce your intentions. People might hold you to them.<br/><br/>Old Woman Josie called me this morning, informing me that her water had been shut off. "And I always pay my bills, I do," she said, angrily, as if I had personally interrupted her morning cup of Earl Grey before she had a chance to bring it into existence. I told her to drink a glass of healthy orange milk instead, just this once, and she hung up on me! Just like that. Let that be a lesson if you ever decide to sabotage any aspect of Old Woman Josie's life. You will probably escape harm from her and her angelic friends for a time - not that angels are, in any way, shape, or form, even vaguely real - but please, think of your innocent local community radio hosts before you do anything drastic.<br/></span></span></div><div style="background-color:#101010; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">Almost as quickly as he poked his toes out from under his comforter, he pulled them back to the warm safety of his bed. This was the <span style="font-style: italic">desert</span>; it had no damn <span style="font-style: italic">right</span> to be even a little cold in the morning, Martin thought grumpily through his hangover. He'd had a quiet New Year's Eve celebration by himself (stretching over three days because he didn't conform to society), agonizing over the general stupidity of people/sheeple online while treating himself to copious amounts of vodka. Thank God people never learned, or he would never have anything to complain about.<br/><br/>With a groan, he finally left his bed, and stood up to stare at the young man in the mirror in front of him. Who had uncovered the mirror? His roomie, maybe. Ugh, just like them. They were honestly so inconsiderate; uncovering mirrors, existing noisily around him, never making sure that there was coffee in the morning, which meant that Martin would often have to brave the dangerous barista district in an attempt to get a dose of caffeine that could keep him reasonably awake during his classes. He ruffled his dark hair into some kind of fashionable mess before quickly throwing the designated blanket over the mirror, hiding him from his own reflection again.<br/><br/>But a dangerous glass copy of Martin was not the last of his struggles this morning. As he plodded barefoot into the kitchen, already so late that it didn't matter anyway, he made the unpleasant discovery that not only were they out of coffee - there was also no water. He turned the tap frantically this way and that. He took out his keychain with the pink crystal hanging from it, held it in his hands and chanted at the tap with the same result - nothing. Out of his mind with frustration and ethanol, he threw his keys across the room, making a dent in the wall.<br/><br/>"Oh, come <span style="font-style: italic">on</span>!"</div></div></div>