In the dream, there was a contest being held by the makers of Penny Arcade, over who could suggest the most delicious flavor of pop-tart. I apparently forgot about this, because the very next day, my flavor won (some kind of strawberry/cranberry mix? with white icing and red/purple sprinkle things) and the deal was that they would actually make those pop-tarts. But try as I might, I couldn't find any. Everywhere I went, people would tell me how delicious those pop-tarts were, but I couldn't find them anywhere- just pop-tart shaped holes in all grocery shelves where they should've been.
FUCK YOU THOSE WERE BASICALLY MY POP-TARTS AND YOU ALL ATE THEM.
In other news, Partners is a liiittle slow-going in the writing department, so the next update might be uploaded on the monthly pattern instead of the crazy bi-monthly one I've been doing.
6 years, 6 months ago
22 May 2012 21:37 CEST