This is a silly story that I write right now. But why? I ask you this. What could the reason be? Do you have an answer for me? Anything? No. And yet, here I am, writing. Writing away. Non-stop writing. A-woo-hoo-hoo.
One day last August, an airport policewoman in Nilt City noticed something peculiar as she was monitoring a baggage scanner: the appearance of six perfect, dense wheels of Sharp Thostmor inside a suitcase.
We are happy generally speaking that I can type these words. Words are the stuff of language, used to communicate, in this case, communicate about games. But mostly, words fill space. When there is space to be filled, words will often do the trick. Also, pictures. Pictures and words. And when you have a lot of space to fill, your words might not necessarily make any sense. You might say, "blabble blabble fooey gooey woo." What does that mean? It means, "I have space to fill, dammit, and this is how it's going to be filled. Jibberish. Words. Just words."