Here's the post that Grommie was meaning to get around to put up. He's modified it to reflect certain changes since, so as to not look like a complete idiot. Whelp, here it is:
Gromo boy is having nostalgic flashbacks of weekday afternoons curled up in bed, reading Enid Blytons and listening to the rain pattering outside the windows. Though this was about 16 years ago, the memories are still strong. He was in his home, his fortress of solitude, and he had a good book or two in hand. Nowadays, juvenile and possibly girly as it seems to admit to ever having read Enid Blytons, Grommie doesn't give two friggin' hoots (Grom wonders at this point what a hoot is, besides being the noise made by a nocturnal bird). Perhaps he's grown thick skinned that he can endure the torment of his pretentiously masculine and grown-up peers, even the female ones. If so, damned good for him. Regardless, curling up on a rainy weekday afternoon with a good book still does sound quite appealing to him. This makes him regret that nasty catapult incident that still precludes his frequent visits to the British Council library. But hell, it was funny.
As promised, here's the exciting conclusion to the Starcraft Terran campaigns: The rebel factions, led by Jim Raynor and the place-your-name-here Magistrate/Commander, buggered the ion cannon and made a getaway from the evil clutches <make clutching motions here> of the newly crowned Terran Dominion Emperor Arcturus Mengsk. Woo. Makes you want to check out the release details of the next exciting chapter, eh? Oh wait, they released Brood War about 7 years ago. Go get your copy before they declare it abandonware.
