Second Run - Shoebox Fort

[speeding]

So. If you need me I'm in my fort.

On aisle 24. With the men's running shoes.

All invaders will be questioned and possibly subjected to ridicule if they do not bring approriate offerings.

Appropriate offerings include, but are not limited to, real clothes please for the love of god.

Thank you. This has been a PSA by your local evil overlord.

Or something.

Comments

[thewindslast.livejournal.com]

At least you don't need shoes!

[nobodysheroine.livejournal.com]

If you're willing to leave your fort, I can offer you a jacket? Not that I don't want to pay homage to your contribution to modern engineering and men's running shoes, but extenuating circumstances say it might have to wait until next time.

What do you say? Just fill the moat with crocodiles and I'd imagine no one will trespass.

[treeleopardess]

Wait. When did you graduate to evil overlord?

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

My fort owns your fort, dude.

Mine's made out of pillows.

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

...fort.

Whatever works.

What size are you?

Also, evil overlord? What the hell?

[unlostsoul.livejournal.com]

If you're about Drake's size, then you'll probably fit my stuff too, evil overlord. I'll drop something off later today.

My excuse to come see your fort is hollow and obvious. Oh well!

[novagravitation.livejournal.com]

H-Hi, Evil Overload-san! I don't think we've met??