LIKE RESPLENDENT INFANTS TOPPLING OFF OUR OWN THRONES

We were running about in our online playground waving our dicks in the air and making squeaking noises.

We thought that if we played by the house rules we would become large and godlike fully paid up cult members with added status.

But one day it all degenerated into a fetid swamp and we realised that our days of making hay were over, and that our friends were mostly imaginary anyway.

Later we found ourselves idly assessing our tool kits and finding some really useful looking multi tools and the occasional grunty looking cordless power drill.

If we have been freed from the pressure of making any money, maybe we are also free from the restraint of trying to fit in with the popular people's prelaid tracks of what is what is acceptable logical development.

So now I can just blurt out my own vague bullshit and throw some random pictures in to the mix. Night follows day. And this is the sort of thing that keeps happening in both the real and imaginary worlds. Like this one.