09-18-2021, 08:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-18-2021, 09:00 PM by Johnny Blair.)
Ok, so...I guess this is me: Mr. Weirdo. Even with other weirdos...
John just...sighs and leans back against the window frame he's somehow managed to wedge one of his massive wings through, and looks out at the sprawling campus full of forests and space.
And who the hell has this kind of money, anyway? Where did he get it from? Is this guy Jeff Bezos or something? What the hell am I even doing here? Why me? Nobody gets me here. Just like they wouldn't get me back home. I'm just a freak to everyone. They all look normal, no big wings making it impossible for them to blend in or even wear shirts anymore. That's what that Xavier guy said. I can't wear shirts anymore. Good thing I was able to get a few games in then, because I don't want to be hanging the flab out in front of all the hotties here. Ok, stop thinking about that and focus. I'm a giant bird-man who can apparently control people by making them...feel stuff. So I'm Mr. Emo-Enabler, right? Crap.
John just...sighs and leans back against the window frame he's somehow managed to wedge one of his massive wings through, and looks out at the sprawling campus full of forests and space.
And who the hell has this kind of money, anyway? Where did he get it from? Is this guy Jeff Bezos or something? What the hell am I even doing here? Why me? Nobody gets me here. Just like they wouldn't get me back home. I'm just a freak to everyone. They all look normal, no big wings making it impossible for them to blend in or even wear shirts anymore. That's what that Xavier guy said. I can't wear shirts anymore. Good thing I was able to get a few games in then, because I don't want to be hanging the flab out in front of all the hotties here. Ok, stop thinking about that and focus. I'm a giant bird-man who can apparently control people by making them...feel stuff. So I'm Mr. Emo-Enabler, right? Crap.
