# tonight we fight the undead with a few mates online in which one paused the video graphic playspace for while or rather suspended one's part in that realm for it never stops striding into the bathroom for a wee break the bathroom window's open and through the gap is heard the low swirling howl of stormy data weather approaching from the north for a second it occurs to one here is pleasant safe online world of undead permadeading a soft bellied data rig operator sitting quietly at ir information interface one realises this whilst casually wizzing away ir post-modem being aggressively useless electronic escape attempts another hollow neon monday night in with no friends // republic of bob