text. backdated to day 268/may 21st.

[expy]

[Are you ready for some vaguely coherent text on the network, Asgard? Because that's exactly what's going to be popping up mid-afternoon on day 268. Looks like someone is a little too drunk. Or, maybe bleeding all over the floor. Regardless, they're going to take the time to type up the following, eloquent post:]

nee da docotr
or a heler
wjoever the fuck come sfirst

[And, added less than 30 seconds later:]

alos aa mop

[WHEN BRINGING "WHATEVER WAS ON YOUR PERSON AT THE TIME" GOES BAD: THE CHRONICLES.]