Infinity steps up to a podium, shuffles some papers, sips some mineral water, clears his throat and gazes across the empty forum
Ladies and Gentlemen, those of you who are neither or both, cephalopods, Sapphists and sentients all. The movement has come upon hard times. The comic is no longer updated, the community have drifted away and recruitment is a fond, long distant memory. Things for GGC forum, in short, have never looked more grim.
However I have noticed that a few of us yet linger, and in the absence of a chain of command I have taken it upon myself to ask who is still faithful. Ideally this task would fall to one of the Old Guard such as Squiddy, Strapps, Swordsman or even our glorious leader himself but they all appear to have lives.
So I ask you, Comrades, to stand up and be counted!
He raises his hand in salute to Ghastly
Ghastly's Ghastly Guerillas! Legions of the Lesbian Overlords! Fa~all.... IN!
"OH, I'VE SEEN THE INFINITE, IT'S NOTHING SPECIAL."
"Don't be daft! you can't see the infinite, it's... infinite!"
"Ok then, what did it look like?"
"FROM THE OUTSIDE IT'S BLUE..."
Terry Pratchett, 'Soul Music'