I see why your handle is imortality lost now.
I was raised on a friggen mac, and don't know how to use windows well. Does that obsolve me of some blame, or am I still damned by association?
Do you really want to know why my handle is immortality lost? Really?
You asked for it with your silence. I asked you twice...
Now I was immortal by luck. Never really figured that one out. And I was also down on my luck. Probably had used it all up. But this is mostly irrelevant. The story all started, when...
Once upon a time I was in an arcade playing police trainer, and generally kicking some target tail, when all of a sudden I reached in my pocket, and found it empty of quarters!
I was on the last level, with like two sub levels to go before I was victorious!
Gasp!
I panicked. I threw my hands up in the air, and yelled.
"I would sell my soul for fifty cents!!!"
A few people stared. An arcade attendant glared. And then I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I spun.
There, looking me in the eyes was James Dean.
I was, as you can guess, stunned.
Before I could speak, he snapped his fingers, and a jukebox somewhere began to play "Sympathy for the Devil."
I put two and two together.
I got not four, as you would expect, but fifty cents.
I would have my quarters.
I looked to the screen. 15 seconds to go before doom set in, and all the quarters in the world would not help me.
He spoke.
"I have enough souls, sweetheart. What I need from you... is your immortality."
"Sold!" I cried!
"Well, aint that somethin'. You best watch yourself now sweetheart, because I might end up with your soul just the same. As a bonus, of sorts."
I glanced back to the screen. 7 seconds. I did not have time for this...
"Fork up the dough, old scratch. By the by.... Nice... suit."
He laughed his charming laugh.
And then he was gone. And I felt rather... less. But there were two of the shiniest quarters ever beheld by man in my suddenly mortal hand.
I won that game. I totally kicked it's police trainer a*se!
And I will reclaim my immortality... someday.
Watch your back scratch! You know I'm comin' for ya!
Well, there you have it. And remember, you did ask for it.
Ohhh, and in response to the question of how I like pages. It's better than word. That's all I can really tell you as I haven't used it much yet. But I am absolutely in loooove with scrivener. It's my baby. I wuv it...
