Nawmoo
Probably NOT an Alien
Chelon: Converse
*Yawn*
Chelon: Weeeell, imma go catch some z's, g'night.
Chelon: Abscond
Like the turtlely turtle that you are, you retreat to the safety of your own abode. You were sure nothing was going on right now and if there was something up, they would let you know.
Chelon: Examine room
Everything looks the same, except for the letter that was settled on your pillow.
Chelon: Examine Letter
*(#):Z#)*
It looked like, to you at least, two turtles sucking face...But it didn't mean that at all. You knew exactly what it meant and it meant that you STILL could not go to bed.
*Sigh*
Chelon: Make preparations
You slowly make your way outside and summon Kapalesprite. You swear is last prototyping has made him worse, but you have to deal with it. You give him a TC-BOMBSHELL and tell him to go somewhere. He examines it for a full minute, before promptly leaving. You then go back inside and wait.
*Yawn*
Chelon: Weeeell, imma go catch some z's, g'night.
Chelon: Abscond
Like the turtlely turtle that you are, you retreat to the safety of your own abode. You were sure nothing was going on right now and if there was something up, they would let you know.
Chelon: Examine room
Everything looks the same, except for the letter that was settled on your pillow.
Chelon: Examine Letter
*(#):Z#)*
It looked like, to you at least, two turtles sucking face...But it didn't mean that at all. You knew exactly what it meant and it meant that you STILL could not go to bed.
*Sigh*
Chelon: Make preparations
You slowly make your way outside and summon Kapalesprite. You swear is last prototyping has made him worse, but you have to deal with it. You give him a TC-BOMBSHELL and tell him to go somewhere. He examines it for a full minute, before promptly leaving. You then go back inside and wait.