As ALWAYS, thank YOU so much for stopping by and taking the time to share my visions! Your generous thoughts truly mean the world to me!! But, as I’m sure ya’ll know by now, if it weren't for nonsense, I'd have no sense at all. Apologies for my absence. I’m still busier than a lazy person has any right to be, even with numerous bouts of Feline Paralysis. Just a little bit of nonsense! La Femme2, who has so far avoided all contact, interaction and congress with Vikki Corp, the Syndicate behind the Naked Vikki in a Temple with a Sword movement, somehow finds herself delivering swords, blasters, coffee, Danish, Chille and numerous items for smorgasbords. She is mystified, and more than a little peeved. Then there’s the big scary Kitty. As soon as she’s safely home, she’ll figure out how this happened. The pixels are out of doors. They have investigated the boxes, bins, and packages to no avail. They are Sure they will never see their liquor store again and will be sentenced to a life of dreary Sobriety. In an ill-advised attempt to relieve their boredom, they are yeeting things. The current game requires the polled Unicorn to rear for anyone to score. Partial credit is granted if the Kitty Growls. Unbeknownst to them, the Kitty and the Pony are communicating telepathically. These pixels won’t be bored much longer. St Pixel’s Bingo Parlors are doing well. Much better than your average Bingo Parlor. The Treasury department is suspicious there is Tax Evasion and other sorts of cheating going on, but St Pixels operates on such a small scale, no one is terribly worried. Creditage: La Femme 2, Rpub Her dress Afrodite-Ohki Heir hair oot Kitty and pony Hive Wire, DM’s cave and other thingy, Flinks sky Shaara muse cemetery Foo dog the Hankster London’s chariot, to be sure it worked in P 13.