Report of Progress

Every few months, SuperNovaEmpire contacts all of the screw-ups of the empire and request a "Report of Progress", you know, to make sure they haven't gotten themselves killed in an extremely horrible way. Anyway, I have never been on the list of screw-ups, but now I am. I guess because I am partly responsible for the Gerbil Apocalypse of 2058, which you are not allowed to know about, yet. Anyway, because my report was, quote, "illegible and written in crayon", I am now required to go to therapy. I will be keeping everyone updated on my adventures.

Wee! Therapy is fun!