frankmask

Someone needs to come rescue me. I know I usually do all the knight in shining armour stuff, but this is the 90's, dammit, and I want a cute girl to come save me from my tower. I'll wear a dress and have long flowing hair and everything. And my tower is actually about half underground, anyway, and has several convenient windows that open directly on to the lawn.

So come sweep me off my feet and carry me away to live happily ever after. Please? There isn't a dragon, just a guinea pig named Squidge, and he'll be your best friend if you give him some water and most of a bell pepper.

Update:

I'm feeling sickly. In fact, I may be dying. But I wouldn't count on it. I'm functionally indestructible. In fact, there is no real evidence that I can suffer damage greater than minor superficial cuts and scrapes. But I still might be dying anyway. Really, we'll never know whether or not I'm immortal until I die, and then it will be a moot point.

But eitherway, if anyone was planning to take me up on the rescue, now would be a good time. Before I possibly succumb to the horrible illness I probably don't have.