I have a new icon. Of me. Which I like. Stare at it. I command you.

... and of course, suddenly the History Channel says something about a "Captain Reno". This frightens and intrigues me.

Also, I had a dream last night. Imagine that. It involved Sephiroth being dressed like one of the Remnants and freaking out over his place in life. It also involved the mass production of materia. I'm not sure that it has any deep meaning besides "Vincent, you need to get a life."

[Reeve Note: He does have a life, he's just being Vincent.]

Okay, so we play World of Warcraft- some of us more than others. I pride myself on being an excellent Night Elf Druid (Yay Alliance!) whilst D and Aeris like Draenae Priests. We've even done a human warlock for shits and giggles. We've dabbled in the Horde races a bit, but prefer Alliance greatly. Vincent recently decided to start playing WoW. He opted for a Tauren Hunter, named Arturion [Look us up on Shandris server, peeps!]. So he was running around, doing quests, and we finally got to Thunder Bluff. This is the point where our game decided to go cracky on us.

The ground disappeared. This dazed and disturbed Vincent so much that he decided the best course of action would be to suicide off the side of Thunder Bluff and hope that the problem would fix itself. It didn't.

Vincent now has a mild anxiety about returning to the game. He's muttering something about mushrooms and "no floor".