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This is so not fair. Last day to work on my paper and plotbunnies hop around like pollen in spring. I dreamt of Traidis *again*, and holy cow, am I inspired. And just now under the shower I had *the* plotbunnie of all plotbunnies regarding a certain as of now yet nearly unmentioned RPG I'd like to lead in the near future.
I *hate* this. Come thursday they'll all be gone, and with them this unholy energy that wants to be spent on them. Damn it! Damn it!