27.12.04
Project Marina
I wonder... Am I using the poor, dear, abused Magma to do something I otherwise wouldn't do, like those Turks who have laid a siege of her use the anonymity of the internet? As myself, I don't have a habit of telling idiots exactly what they are. I'm more diplomatic than that. But Magma... She's wild. Unrestrained. My outlet, my safety valve? I think I'll have to reconsider her planned assassination and disappearance.
