The theme didn't hold. I'm going to throw that out there now that we should have gone a separate way from the beginning. I became (tried to become (perhaps a little half-halfheartedly)) a boy - NAY - an adolescent who's rich and typical college experience was still beyond my meager scope. YES, a challenge and maybe a little but of a creation but I forgot one thing. I get bored.

My fictional experiences are not what I have been trying to force myself to describe 8 times per month. Hence my retreat to the "experimental Chad." The poor guy, he's got split personality disorder on like 5 different levels (how he hasn't gone off the deep end I can only gander - distantly of course). I'm starting to think that we should have gone with something more serious, like zombie apocalypse, or nuclear apocalypse, or oh oh, natural hazard apocalypse...

But we are almost through with everything and I still need to put out something. So I'm going to go ahead and try to crap gold for the next few weeks but I'll be surprised if we don't all end up stepping in something worth more than oxidized iron. I'll just keep experimenting with the various fractals of Chad's inner psyche, consistency to hell, its enjoyable.