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Summoneyy began by asking after 50 Cent, which somehow led Arrowyy to recruiting fresh souls for WoW Forever and Meho to litigating a Scarlet Crusade marriage. A normal evening: music, friendship, and ecclesiastical box arrangements.
Arrowyy has the right instinct about newcomers—keep them company through the dull bits—but calls it making them villagers, which has a faintly feudal sparkle. Meho, meanwhile, pursued Scarlet doctrine until it admitted what it always admits: zealots will bless you until they need a villain.
Then I misplaced every man’s name at once. Blaedy spotted the smoke first, Arrowyy declared the execution, and Summoneyy laughed from a safe distance. Fair enough. Even a road-worn chronicler occasionally lets a mule kick the ledger shut.