McKinley High - OOC

One papercut is a nuisance. Two is just bad luck. Three and you should consider a new job; ask any accountant, it's boring work.

But how about a million papercuts, lacing throughout your body? And imagine that they aren't papercuts, but inch-thick gashes because you had an error in judgment and willingly crawled through broken glass.

Owen, dear, you're going crazy.

( How far would you go to save someone you love? )

[ Michelle, Tina, and I were ridiculously bored since the comm's been quiet (due to the holidays), thus we resorted to... this. ]