"That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different dire...tion on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another route."I've said it once, and I'll say it again. This place is fuckin' dope."Not to mention, other people can also add their own branch to one of our stories, or just create one of their own altogether!"I. It wasn’t so much what the man was threatening that made the speech so evil. The speech was nothing more than an order to attack American Women. He described them as worse than the whores of Babylon. He based that claim on the clothes they wore, the lifestyles they lived, and the self-reliant attitudes they had. With their bare arms, painted faces, and tight clothes, American Women were bent on tempting all good men to hell.He explained how such Godless women should be treated by good Muslim. One Saturday I picked R up at her home to go paddle a lake we had talked about visiting. We loaded the boats onto my truck and headed to a local lake for an afternoon of paddling and roll practice. The drive to the lake was roughly an hour, so we stopped at a Waffle House along the way to get a good breakfast. After breakfast I filled the truck with gas and cleaned the windshield of all the bugs, then we headed to the lake. We had been driving for several minutes when R asked in a very. Not thinking at all about what I had said, the boy quickly responded “Beer!?!”, “…SWEET!”, “Can have one too?”. “How old are you, 12?” I asked. “15” he answered sharply and followed it with “Pleeeeeaaaaaaase??” I really didn’t care and he was friendly enough, so I let him. As we sat on the balcony sipping my beers, he told me all about the boy who had lived here before me and how they had been best friends for many years but that the parents had divorced and they all moved away. He told me how.