The title of today’s post comes from of the early Chronicles, quoted from my cohort-in-arms James, who I may attempt to drag into this flux from time to time. I’m going to link him to this once I’m done, so he’ll be forewarned. The original Chronicles of the Unorganised were short, drabbley pieces with a faux-epic tone, that I and James used to write for our personal amusement, which is as good an excuse for something trite as any, I guess. This space may be home to similar, or not. We’ll see. We’ll all see! Muaha-*cough* Sorry, force of habit.
I may also post about games, game ideas, half-baked crazy thoughts, and/or why “Eighty-Six on the chicken!” was a hilarious line in The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog. If you disagree, that’s okay. As Five Iron Frenzy once sang, I can’t be responsible for all that’s wrong with this world.
So yeah, now that you’ve been appropriately traumatized, let’s see what we can do with this thing.