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Nothing.

At all.

Seriously.

[Vilien]

What the fuck happened to the rude dude?

YourYou're all...

POLITE!

Bi-atch.

[Jackrabbit]

It's my story, I can do whatever I want with my story so all you loyal fans can go to hell [ ]

I can't be bothered and in fact hate you all [ ]

I'm having writers block [ ]

I'm having writers block [ ]

I'm having writers block [ ]

I'm having GAH [ ]

I'm lazy and feeling guilty and have thus resolved to work on an update and put it up tonight [X]

[WorkerDrone]

What the fuck happened to the rude dude?

Your all...

POLITE!

Bi-atch.

No. Bitch.

[Zancor Mezoran]

Journal of Galdon Mezoran

Yesterday, after a long trek, I finally arrived at my destination: the city of Nazushfikuk.  I was, out of sheer luck, able to sell some of my recently made maps to an ore prospector within just a few hours of my arrival, and therefore decided to retire myself to one of the local inns (it's more of a tavern/pub, it seems, but they rent beds as well).  I asked around and could not find out what the actual name of the inn was, but I heard the locals call it "The Drunken Bastard."  Seems odd to me, as nobody here is any more drunk than could be expected of tavern regulars.  I had a decent night sleep, and awoke to a seemingly dull morning; therefore I decided to bide my time by writing.

On another, more interesting note, I heard that a siege party was on its way to the town.  Because of this, I've been analyzing the city's defenses; the walls seem to be in shape, and the local garrison is well armed and, from what I could tell, decently skilled as well.  Although I have been offered a contract in the upcoming battle by the city leader, I am influenced to decline it by what I have been hearing of the siege party; it seems to be at least five thousand strong, and I doubt that, without some significant outside help, the city of Nazushfikuk will hold through the siege.  To the contrary, however, I have yet to see the invaders with my own eyes, and until I do I will probably not come to a final decision.

-Galdon

[Jackrabbit]

So I not so much lied as was mistaken. No update tonight. I went out to a party at the last minute. Does anyone know how good Resistance 2 multiplayer looks on a 50 inch LCD screen? Now I know.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Curse you young'uns and yer new-fashioned high-dwarfernation vidja games!"

[Jackrabbit]

Oh, and I'll be updating tomorrow/

[Vilien]

I feel betrayed.

[QuakeIV]

Better hurry up, or your in for a tantrum spiral.

Then again you could just install a- ahhhh missssttttttt

[GruffyBears]

What the fuck happened to the rude dude?

Your all...

POLITE!

Bi-atch.

No. Bitch.

Well, as long as we're correcting each other, it's you're. It's short for you are. 

[Heron TSG]

gruffy, you're isn't short for anything. It's just a contraction.

YA - an acronym, and therefore short for you are.

You're - a contraction of You and Are, dropping the "a" to increase smoothliness of wordflow.

[Jackrabbit]

I feel betrayed.

IT IS NOW TOMORROW IN AUSTRALIA AWRIGHT?

So, I'm working on it.

[Limul Thak]

Thank Armok for Aussie time!
I don't care if it's not spelled like that... or do I?

[WorkerDrone]

I should punch you in the face.

Its fucking Your, or you can shove it.

[Jackrabbit]

you're, not your. Get it right.