PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

[posted is a snapshot of a very detailed sketch of a shopping mall, with three figures in the foreground all holding shopping bags, easily identifiable as Alice, Bella and Katrina because of the artist's skill. Above the image is a blank grid seven rows across and five rows down, a check in the block that corresponds with the 28th on a calendar. Next to this grid is a question mark.]

Veronica, I tortured you when I was evil and I'm REALLY sorry about that.

Angela Petrelli, you are the most attractive old woman that I have EVER seen and I want to throw you in the sack and have my way with you.

Dawn, I had sex with Buffy on your bed.

...

Twice.

Oh balls! What I meant to say this entire time is that I really don't like what's going on here. Anyone find a cure yet?

How to temporarily amuse the God of War:

Take a city full of people, somehow feed them truth serum and give them free access to this invention called the internet!! Then let them go!!

Humans are so strange sometimes!

I CAN'T CONTROL WHAT I'M SAYING TO PEOPLE.

Looks like I've got plenty of damage to make up for. Normally I'd say to hell with it, but this time round I think I'm gonna have to start getting my hero on.

[Filtered to Buffy]

We need to have ourselves a talk.

I prefer New York.

I was told by a man who runs this Internet Cafe that if I asked questions on here, I might get answers.

How does one go from turning out their drive way in Alaska to being in LA? I can't reach Tanya or Irina, my sisters, on their cells either. The call keeps getting dropped. Not to mention, this hideous thing with a twisted face and fangs jumped at me from an ally. Anyone have answers? He looked like he belonged in a Hollywood movie about Vampires, sadly. And then I turned him to dust. What is going on her