If WhiteDress can do a fucking important blog post in the form of a rage comic, then I can do mine in a goofy manner, too.

SO RIGHT.  Yesterday I emailed WhiteSuit to ask how he felt about the Occupy Ames protest seeing as he's one of approximately three people I know in Ames.

I was just like:

And he responded like:

So, naturally, I was like:

And he was like:

(Whoops, I just made a heartwarming moment kinda terrifying.)
Anyway, I was like:

My memory of the confrontation itself later is kinda blurry and I don't really wanna talk about it anyway, so here's a summary of what I did:

Does that help you picture it?  Yeah, it was nothing like that, but if it helps.  The cornerstone of my actual strategy was the element of surprise - meaning, there's a reason that I told absolutely no one the fact that I've learned to Mist travel.  And since I did that to escape, I suppose one of my little secrets is out now and I have no reason not to tell you guys about it.  I've got plenty of other cards up my sleeve.
Anyway, so when I was finally in the clear I was like:

In case you hadn't noticed:

Anyway, then reality kinda sank in.  The reality that I am now on the run (again), with no foreseeable way to get out of it like last time, and that my dog and I, though alive, are in pretty rough shape already.  And I was like:

So.  That's pretty much it.  I'm laying low in a different town for the time being.  We'll see how things go from here.  Perhaps with more Doctor Who gifs, as they always cheer me up.

And speaking of Doctor Who gifs that cheer me up...

Until next time~!

LastLord

So.  Guessing you all heard.  I got re-Chosen.  Because I am clearly brilliant.  Mm-hm.

They're coming for me again.  Tonight.

I've got everything I need to go on the run packed.  I have for a long time.  Just in case.

I've got more weapons, more possible strategies, more physical ability, and a big dog.

My odds of surviving the night (and not ending up in a Commune) are far slimmer than they've ever been.  And that's saying something.  I recall MT saying once that being Chosen twice gets you direct contact with Tall, Pale and Faceless himself.  And...well, if that's true...I don't really think I can win.  I don't even think I can not lose completely.

So.  What am I gonna do?

Try my damnedest.  Never give up.  Keep running.  Bite, scratch, shoot, slice, and smack my way out of whatever comes at me, or try to.  Y'know.  Same old, same old.

I have several new tricks up my sleeve I've been keeping on the down-low.  They may come in handy, may not.  We'll see.

But.  No matter what happens.  If I go down, I'm gonna make it as difficult for them as I can.  And I expect you guys to keep calm and carry on if I do.  I'm trusting you to do so, okay?

This could easily be my last entry as a Rebel.  Of course, if somebody up there takes pity on me, maybe it won't.  But I kinda doubt that.  I'm the last of the Time Lords once again.

And...well, that's all I can think to say.  Should've written this in advance, just in case.  But it can't be helped now.  Not much that can be helped now.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got an awful lot of running to do.