Freedomtown IC

...this is the most ridiculous shit I've ever seen in my goddamn life.

Chick at the Welcome Center explained it all three times but I'm still hoping maybe the herb I bought this afternoon was laced with LSD or something.

Christ.

Alright, folks... time for what was originally going to be a weekly thing, but is being changed to monthly because I have the attention span of a crack baby.

SLAYER OF THE MONTH!



This month, we're gonna put the focus on someone who's truly shown the growth and change most people only wish they had the strength to accomplish. Kayla Barnes started her journey as a slayer by being full of unmanaged rage, and had a chip on her shoulder the size of Galador.

She caused some damage, had a scrape or two that shouldn't have happened, and broke a few hearts... but over time, she grew to be many things I wouldn't have expected from her when we met: sweet, nurturing, kind, mature, and someone anyone could feel comfortable looking up to. She went from one of the "black sheeps" of the slayers, to being a talent show host that was looked at in a motherly way by most of the contestants. From someone who people were afraid to get close to, to a loyal friend, a loving wife, and most importantly here, one hell of a slayer.

Love you, KayKay. If Gabe could see you now, he'd be proud as fuck.

Steelers Nation, baby!!! Still undefeated, cos' fuck your team.

I knew that I wasn't unique and I was bound to run into some familiar things here.

... I just didn't expect to see one of the characters I created on someone's shirt on Universal Idol.

Right.

So.

I've had time to really ponder everything, and I've come to a couple of conclusions.

1. This really is NOT a dream.
2. Fate is a fucking bitch and wishes me nothing but misery.
3. Even though this is real, the list still remains intact (no regrets, bitches).

The assumption: People constantly saying "Oh, you're a porn star, you must live a decadent, insane lifestyle..."

The reality: I spent last weekend arguing with a pissy 15 year old over the fairness of having a Tarrasque guarding the treasure he kept hunting for in our D&D session. (In my defense, I warned him four times that the damn thing was a trap. Not my fault he chose not to believe me)

Um wow...this is weird. Of all the crazy things I expected to happen, ending up in space? Not one of them.

Still, I can manage. I think.

Hello Galador. I'm Gertie.

I must say, I have never seen a bigger group of beautiful people in my life.

Believe me when I say, I am looking very forward to getting to know each one of you.