| Sarah-Beth ( @ 2005-10-12 23:25:00 |
Stealthy!!!
Here's the scenario:
I parked on a side street across from Renison College for my night class. After class, I hopped in my car and drove to Needles Hall to park my car while I ran up the Comfy to say a quick hello to Ryan. I stayed for a little longer than anticipated because he didn't get there until after I arrived, and because I wanted to stick around and see him and the other guys in D20 action. I left the Comfy around 9:20pm and headed towards my car. That's when I saw him... He was a tall, hideous stranger. He veiled himself under a cloak of black nano-fabric to hide his festering, wounded skin. In his seething, skeletal hand he clutched a Device. An evil Device. I recognized him as a Ticketer - the lowliest of lifeforms that infest the compound that we call Campus. His motive was clear, but I had a trick up my sleeve - literally! I withdrew my hands from their den of comfort within my grey cotton cuffs and pressed the button... My car started, as did the Ticketer. He fled, horrified that the light from my steed Marvin would reveal his hidousness, which was no longer concealed by the comforting blanket of night...
The moral of the story - Thank goodness for Remote Starters!!!
Here's the scenario:
I parked on a side street across from Renison College for my night class. After class, I hopped in my car and drove to Needles Hall to park my car while I ran up the Comfy to say a quick hello to Ryan. I stayed for a little longer than anticipated because he didn't get there until after I arrived, and because I wanted to stick around and see him and the other guys in D20 action. I left the Comfy around 9:20pm and headed towards my car. That's when I saw him... He was a tall, hideous stranger. He veiled himself under a cloak of black nano-fabric to hide his festering, wounded skin. In his seething, skeletal hand he clutched a Device. An evil Device. I recognized him as a Ticketer - the lowliest of lifeforms that infest the compound that we call Campus. His motive was clear, but I had a trick up my sleeve - literally! I withdrew my hands from their den of comfort within my grey cotton cuffs and pressed the button... My car started, as did the Ticketer. He fled, horrified that the light from my steed Marvin would reveal his hidousness, which was no longer concealed by the comforting blanket of night...
The moral of the story - Thank goodness for Remote Starters!!!