[hello, world, this is Cox after trying to find a way out for however long before suddenly ending up in a bad western somehow]

I think. I think I've about had it.

[moar action post. Jordaroo, sorry for vanishing on you. :( Studying for midterms, so I'll be slow.]

Must...blame...someone...

Whoever is or isn't responsible for this whacked-out, drug-addled, IQ-decreasing hallucination of a hellhole, front and center. NOW.

THAT MEANS YOU, JANET.

[I have a bad tendency to do action posts, so...this is probably an action post.]

I'm hard to reach, so if you need me, commenting here is your best bet. I'll get right back to you.

If it's something you'd rather discuss in private, leave your e-mail address or AIM screenname. Muchas gracias.

That said, if you have any constructive criticism on how I play Cox, feel free to say that here too. Anonymously, if you want, though it's not as if I'll hold it against you should you speak up with a name.