“You’re a worthy opponent, Mr. Chris the snowball king.”
“Okay, that sounds vaguely dirty.”
Day $_# The pixels that once engulfed Subject C now appear to be moving about the world. These actions include: Telling "lucky pants" stories Screaming broken apartment fun And whatever a "squigglydigg" is While these actions appear to be human, and many theorize that Subject C has simply conquered the abyss, many remain skeptical and appear to have gained some idea that attacking her with 50 liters of bread will help. Establishing communication with her appears futile, so it ceems.