IN THE END, YOU WILL SUBMIT

: "howling boy." scheer.

right now:

ahh, Friday afternoon.

the time when a particularly potent cocktail of boredom, restlessness, and inexplicable frivolity that the weekend has finally arrived can only make a young demon spawn's fancy turn to thoughts of...fics she'd long ago threatened certain people with.

so, of course, not wishing to make herself out to be an idiot, what's a young demon spawn to do once she realises she doesn't know everything there is to know about her chosen subject?

you're absolutely right. she does what anyone in her position would do, really. she goes and does some research. simple queries, you know. "the mating habits of penguins" and the like. and sure enough, she finds information. some of which is useful, some of which isn't...all in all, a pretty average time spent searching.

but i wonder. even though it's far from my area of expertise, how in hell did i manage to miss out on this story?!??! O.O;; ("Dr. Fiona Hunter," eh? you know, you really ought to use a little more effort in coming up with clever disguises and noms de plume for yourself. XD)

while this story does nothing to further my particular cause, i still thought i should share. or maybe because it does nothing to further my particular cause. i haven't decided yet. XD

(NB: on a researching whim completely unrelated to this one, i dug up this site, which relates in great detail [with sources!] the history of the Sega Corporation. it was allegedly to be taken down sometime after May of this year, but as it's still up and i've thusly stumbled upon it, i've got lots of reading to do...XD)