Aug. 2nd, 2013

I've only watched like the first three episodes of you, I don't need to have long elaborate nightmares about your crap.

Armin was hiding in an abandoned subway that had been turned into a museum thinking he was safe because the titans couldn't fit, but they sent in their hunting-dog, which was a huge happy puppy with spines under its fur. It stuck one of the spines into Armin and messed with his brain chemistry, forcing him to dedicate himself to its survival; it was a brain-parasite puppy. Armin knew intellectually that this was pretty bad, but emotionally he just really loved his titan-puppy.

The worst part was that it was a really cute puppy aside from that. And, of course, the symbiotic fungal growths on its back and sides which, when inflated with its intestinal gases, allowed it to fly.

This dream probably brought to you by roachpatrol. Fuck you, roachpatrol.
When a Baron or Baroness goes mad, they stop being a Baron or Baroness. This happens unfortunately easily, even if you've been filling all mandates promptly and given them much nicer quarters than they technically need.

I lost mine because the Mayor got upset (Facebook killed her husband or something) and I put some more stuff in her rooms to cheer her up. This worked, but had the regrettable side effect of bringing the value of the Mayor's room up higher than that of the Baroness's.

By the time I realized that something was wrong, the mad ex-Baroness was standing outside the Mayor's office surrounded by her own discarded garments, naked and dehydrated. In my defense, the Mayor hadn't noticed anything strange, either.


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