Thread:Swampcloud51/@comment-38701854-20190327032132/@comment-36159587-20190329031001

Galaxian, again, wasn't in the best of moods. Mostly it was because the prior night he had forced himself to sleep--and had also just reminded himself just why he usually refused to sleep. According to his memory, he last slept...six months ago, or so.

He couldn't even remember what happened six months ago, precisely, but he knew that he had somehow chosen to sleep, and that was that.

Or maybe it was a longer time ago?

Urgh, blah memory.

Anyways, before the narrator continuing blathering on about the young deity's sleeping habits, the god was actually fiddling with the "necklace" on his neck, but as soon as the sound of Alexander resounded into his ears, he tucked it back into the cloak instead.

"I am," he responded, "thank you very much. How are you enjoying your newfound bruise?"