Inconceivable, Charlie Brown!

It's the ambivalent ear-flick.

That's No Moon, Charlie Brown

*autotuned sad trombone*

Oh, and now it's finally sniffed down its nose and gone 'oh alright pleb, if you insist'.

Haven't lost the tabs either upon reloading to save the settings. Maybe I got lucky.

...It won't turn off here. On the web version at least, it's the one check mark that REFUSES TO GO AWAY.

Wait, the QL actually had games? *Real* ones?

Has he not *seen* the size of the continent? THEY ARE GOING TO BED WHEN THEY FLY.

Ok... how did Ambroys (not for long) get the upper hand for a change?

THEN WHY
DIDN'T
HE
TELL ANYONE

JUST FOR THE SAKE OF HIS FUCKING BOOK

After that disastrous meeting at the White House, it was always going to be her or Bobert. My money was on the latter with odds of about 50 to 1.

It would be mad to assume there aren't other hard copies. And transcripts. And who knows what else in the hands of whom it matters. It would be like one of those Columbos where the murderer tries to get rid of incriminating evidence, but it's a duplicate that was planted there for the gotcha moment.

"I don't want to KNOW how this one managed to GET into that pose."

This is Return Of The Obra Dinn fanfiction and we're all here for it.

(nobody tell the tentacled eldritch being about certain elements of Japanese media)

Boucher to Nation: "The planet's called Earth, alright? I don't make the rules. You can have a bit of self-indulgence with 'Terran Federation' but if you try to call it or anywhere else 'Tarrantus' you're going back in the naughty cupboard."

Nation loves 'space' as an adjective even more than the word 'system' the number of Space Everythings that are just like normal Anythings BUT IN SPACE. It's almost adorable until you get to 'space heaters' in Countdown.