The Misadventures of Missile; The Less Than Plausible Explanations for Missile's Actions in The Fatal Turnabout (Disclaimer: Some stories DO tie into the Fatal Turnabout, but some are just alternate scenes or crack stories)

Question: How did Missile even end up in the Abyss?

Answer: Phoenix's door didn't keep the power of the black magatama from taking him in, so why would the ceiling keep its power from reaching Missile in the apartment above? For sake of argument, let's say that Inspector Cabanella was away on some late night adventure—most of Ghost Trick took place in one night, after all—and just happened to miss out on all of this madness (could you imagine him dancing through the Mnemonic Abyss? I think that'd be a bit much).

Scenario :: The Abandonment

"Well Missile, got a call about a cool cat who's been sleeping at the local park even though it closes to the public at eight. Should be an easy case, but paperwork might keep me out. I heard that the lawyer neighbors are throwing a party. If they cause any trouble, just start yapping at them to warn them, okay?"

Missile gave a reassuring yap to his master, but didn't understand a word he had said. Sometimes the little guy missed being a ghost. When he was a ghost, somehow he could understand everything that the humans said. But he certainly didn't want to become the lamp that Sissel knew, so he stayed content living with the old inspector.

"Okay boy. See me off with a little dance?"

There were a select few human words that Missile understood: food, treat, walk, and hello were the ones that he knew before coming into Cabanela's care. But after he spent some time with the inspector, he quickly picked up on another one: dance.

The man started spinning, so Missile hopped up on his feet and twirled around as much as he could through his master's entire exit dance. When the door closed and Missile was left alone, he put his front paws back down and stumbled around as he waited for the world to catch up with his eyes.

Then the usual fear of abandonment set in and he whine and pawed at the door until he felt certain that Cabanela was gone forever, leaving poor Missile to his own devices (this occurred, of course, about five minutes after the inspector left).

Missile's first priority was to find food. After pawing at cupboards, doors, and the big cold box that Cabanela always pulled food from, Missile gave up and came to terms with the fact that he would starve long before anyone would find him (this search lasted for a whole six minutes, because food always takes up more space in a dog's mind than a person does).

Even though he was doomed to die alone from starvation, Missile still had his uncontrollable desire to say hello to something. If he could just do that, he felt that he could be happy. So, he bounced around on the magical block that Cabanela used to turn on the nose-box until the screen flashed on with the face of a shiny samurai as he fought to protect his pink princess. Missile's tail started wagging rapidly and he let loose and barked at the box to his heart's content (this went on for a whole hour, for nothing is more important to Missile than saying hello to anything that moves).

It started to get dark outside and Missile started to wear out a bit. He took a brief break to lap up some of the water that Cabanela had kindly left him to die with—because god forbid he should have left any food. Feeling refreshed and renewed, he walked back over to the comfy pillow to re-situate himself and resume his barking.

But suddenly he stumbled and fell asleep without any warning.

Missile woke up to Sissel's paw in his face. He snapped up quickly, tail wagging, and yelped out, "HELLO!"

"Gah! Should have been prepared for that." Sissel rubbed his paw over his ears and shuddered.

Missile didn't recognize the problem with saying hello, but when he glanced about the area he noticed that there was no familiar cooling box, no comfy pillow, no water dish, and no noisy box. In fact, there was nothing but white. Missile whined and asked, "Did we die again?"

Sissel cocked his head a little and said, "I don't think so. I was climbing up the fire escape to your place when I suddenly passed out . . . actually, I may have fallen because of that. . . So I might be dead, but that doesn't explain you."

"Master abandoned me to die of starvation. . . It must have happened!" Missile decided.

Sissel rolled his eyes and said, "How many times do I have to tell you? When people leave the house, they usually do so with the intention of coming back. And I just saw you this morning, so there's no way that you died of starvation in that short amount of time."

"You're not dead." The furry friends looked up at the woman who appeared from nowhere. "I'm sorry. It's my cousin's fault that you're here."

"HELLO!" Sissel winced when Missile started yapping without any hesitation.

The woman smiled warmly and said, "Hello to you too, little fellow."

Missile looked at Sissel as he realized, "She understood me!"

"And you understood her, you idiot. Maybe we really are dead again."

The woman shook her head and got down on her knees to bring herself closer to their eye level. "Don't worry. You're not really dead, but you are in a dead-like state."

That was all Missile needed to hear to try out his old ghost trick. He immediately sent himself into the woman's necklace. "Sissel, look! I'm a rock!"

"Missile, that's rude. Come back here."

The woman seemed astonished by what she saw. "I could tell that you both had incredible spiritual strength, but that was amazing. This must be why I can speak to you so easily. You mentioned having been dead before?"

Sissel smiled sheepishly and told her, "That's a long story."

Missile hopped out of the woman's necklace and turned back into his furry self to say, "We died near a meteor and then went through time to fix it!"

The woman just smiled and said, "Can I rely on your help then? I think you two will be the only ones who might be able to protect my friends. Will you help me?"

"I like helping people!"

Sissel rolled his eyes but told her, "Well, if we're not actually dead then I guess there can't be much harm in using our ghosts tricks. So, sure. Why not?"

A/N :: Shikola Krasno ::

Missile is and always will be my favorite part of this story. He also had the strangest rule set, however, so I'm going to use these little stories to answer all questions that Melody and I came up with for how Missile operates in The Fatal Turnabout. Some of my answers may be a bit more informative (this one was mostly me having fun playing with Missile's perspective while giving an explanation for how he and Sissel ended up in the Abyss), but most of them will just end up as some random BS with accompanying unnecessary but comical scenes.

A brief explanation for this one: for those of you who only know Missile from his adventures in our story, he is from an actual game called: Ghost Trick. Let's just say that, if you've played Ghost Trick, the odd little discussion Missile and Sissel had would make more sense. For those of you who haven't, Missile and Sissel both had the ability move their souls into any inanimate objects that could contain them. In Missile's case, he could switch the objects with any others nearby that shared the same shape (size and weight weren't an issue). In Sissel's case, he could make whatever object he was possessing move in some way (example: make a tire roll or a TV turn on). In this way they may have been very useful in the Mnemonic Abyss.

A/N :: Melody Canta ::

I will never not laugh at rock jokes, so I lost it when Missile becomes the rock. Yes, I'm dumb.

Question: How does Missile travel around the Abyss so easily? No other ghosts seem to have his kind of mobility.

Answer: Missile's "Ghost Trick" ability allowed him to project his soul into inanimate objects. It would be simple for him to project himself into, say, Edgeworth's "pocket papers," or Maya's magatama. Then He'd just travel with them (in Sissel's case, he could just possess the cell phones and transport by using them). This ability would also explain how Missile disappeared so often. It wasn't that he was making like the ghosts and vanishing. He was actually just hiding in various objects that were nearby (I'm sure Mia explained to them that they could die in the Abyss, so it was likely for precautionary measures that he hid so often).

Scenario :: The Hiding

Mister Ruffles had given Missile a simple enough job: bark if he sensed a ghost nearby so that Ruffles could have some warning. How hard could that be?

But when the students showed up Missile yapped his head off in a panic and quickly hid in his friend's glasses. Seeing everything as it happened from that perspective both terrified Missile and made him feel bad for not helping, so he felt the need to make it up to Mister Ruffles in any way that he could.

Unfortunately, every time that he tried to help, he seemed to lead his fancy friend into more trouble.

Moral: even the purest intentions can backfire when you're in a purgatory created by a really angry girl.

A/N :: Shikola Krano ::

Hey, it works as a nice little explanation! Why does it need a moral? Why not.

A/N :: Melody Canta ::

Oh, Missile.

Question: Okay, so Missile wasn't really a ghost. That explains why he couldn't float. But then how did he go through doors?

Answer: Again, Missile's "Ghost Trick" saves the day! Missile didn't actually go through the doors. He simply became the doors, then put himself on the other side.

Scenario :: The Trick

"So we don't really want them to know that we're not ghosts because then they'll start asking questions that will only delay them from confronting the scary lady. Got it?"

Missile nodded enthusiastically then sat down and asked, "How should we do that?"

Sissel winked at him. "We just need to disappear and go through stuff, like this." He walked towards a door as a demonstration, then disappeared through it. "Now you try," he said from the other side.

Not fully grasping what Sissel had done, Missile took a running start at the door and slammed right into it head first. When that didn't work, he quickly resorted to whining and scratching at it.

Sissel reappeared behind him and sighed at the pitiful display. "You idiot. Get close to the door, possess it, then go back to being a dog on the other side."

"Oh. . . Right!" Missile ran at it again, hit his head on it, then did as Sissel told him. On the other side of the door he started to whine again. "Maybe I shouldn't run so fast?"

Sissel just rolled his eyes.

A/N :: Shikola Krasno ::

Y'know. . . Sissel probably had to put up with at lot of this sort of thing. No wonder he had such a short fuse with the humans. . .

A/N :: Melody Canta ::

It's stuff like this that makes me love Missile more. He was so determined to help that he probably got brain damage from a lot of this . . .

Question: Missile is quite the speedy little puppy. Now that it's been confirmed that he wasn't really a ghost, what was keeping him from tripping while running around so much?

Answer: Have you ever seen a little dog stumble? If your answer is no, then stop watching your dumb cat videos and look up some stumbling puppies! Aside from being possibly the cutest thing on the face of the earth, it's also really, REALLY hard not to laugh at.

Scenario :: The Fall

"This way Mister Ruffles!"

Edgeworth was having a hard time keeping up with his new companion as he chased the little dog around the school hallway. As they rounded each corner, the man had to slide across the floor (he certainly hoped that his suede shoes wouldn't be affected outside of this strange world) and regain his footing before running again. Missile's enthusiasm was refreshing, but at this rate Edgeworth was worried that the dog might induce a heart attack sooner than the ghosts.

The Pomeranian stopped when it reached the stairs down to the next floor, and barked a couple times to hurry Edgeworth up. "Come on! I can smell them just down here!"

Missile only waited until the man drew close before shooting off down the stairs, but his stubby little paws didn't quite keep pace with his body, he slipped on one of the steps, let out a confused yelp, and proceeded to tumble and roll down the stairs until he reached the bottom where he flailed around in a panic to get his paws back underneath him.

Once he had righted himself and gotten over the shock, he shook his head and smiled. "Whoa! Did you see that, Mister Ruffles?"

Indeed Edgeworth had. In fact, he had stopped at the top of the stairs and was now clinging to the railing while doubled over, desperately trying to stifle his laughter. "Be strong, man. . . This is serious. . . No. . . time. . . to be. . . laughing. . ." Edgeworth never let people see him so perturbed, but he simply couldn't keep his composure any longer and he fell to the floor, laughing.

Missile pulled his tail between his hind legs and whined. "Mister Ruffles? It wasn't that funny, was it?"

But the poor man couldn't help himself and just kept rolling around on the floor, certain that he would be the first ghost in the Abyss who had died of laughter.

A/N :: Shikola Krasno ::

I will confess, this was entirely inspired by a dumb video I accidentally watched on FaceBook that was nothing but a montage of puppies and small dogs having trouble with stairs. The video manages to leave me in tears from laughing to hard every time that I watch it.

But after watching the pups tumble about, I came to wonder how Missile managed to scramble around like a maniac up and down stairs without issue. Not all small dogs have this problem with stairs, but plenty of dogs slip up every now and then (I've got a dog who loves jumping onto the couch, but every now and then he falls a little short. He'll just sit on the floor and whine when you laugh at him for it, and he won't stop until you help him up). So yeah. It's painfully adorable. That is all.

A/N :: Melody Canta ::

Imagine waking up to an email from Shikola only to realize it's the link to a video of dogs falling down the stairs. Sigh.

I'll admit, now that I know Edgeworth has suede shoes, I want them to be blue. And for him to start singing like Elvis.

Question: If Missile could get around so easily, why didn't he ever hang out with Larry or the others?

Answer: Well, Missile has a great nose for tracking, and when something smells. . .

Scenario :: The Stench

After planning things out with Sissel and the nice lady, Missile was left at a new place. He immediately went running around, trying to figure out where he was. There were lots of little rooms with lots of little tables and plenty of big metal boxes in the halls and in the corners of the rooms. All in all the strange four story building was full of stuff, but still shockingly empty.

After running up and down the stairs quite a few times, Missile was disappointed to find no one to say hello to. He finally gave up at the first floor and laid down under a chair to wait for any strange sounds or smells to follow.

"EEEEUUUUUYYAAAAAAAAAAA!"

That was sound enough! Missile's little paws went scraping along the hard floor as he sprinted towards the source of the sound. As he got closer to the big door where all the shoes were, he slowed down and finally came to a complete stop just around the corner. The scent coming from the big door was unbearable. He started pawing at his nose as he tried to stop smelling it, but his nose just couldn't block it out.

"Ohhhh god whyyyy? Why is there no ground? What is that purple stuff? Why am I in a school? What's happening? Whaaaaaaa!"

"So this place is called 's-kewl'?" Missile muttered to himself.

"What? Who's there?" The person pointed light towards where Missile was and swept it around in search of the owner of the voice.

Missile decided that he'd just have to put up with the awful stench, and he steadied his nerves to step out and do what he did best, then he saw them. Three humans—all just too small to be considered fully grown to Missile—came drifting closer from the opposite end of the hallway.

"HELLO!" Missile regretted saying that as soon as the humans looked at him. Their eyes looked unnatural and their faces hungry. The tall one with the glasses started to smile and he drifted towards Missile at an alarming speed. The little dog was scared stiff, but the person who smelled bad and had been panicking earlier poked his head into the hallway just in time for the tall human to notice him.

"Who said hellooooWHAAAAA!"

The three younger humans started to attack the smelly one, so Missile took the opportunity to use his ghost trick and hide himself in a nearby shoe (which was somehow still an improvement from the smell of the unlucky human."

He watched the three chase the smelly one away before coming out of the shoe. "Those must have been the ghosts that the lady talked about," Missile noted. The nice lady had warned them that there would be people who could be very dangerous in the strange world, as well as people who were good and just needed help. If Missile had to guess, the smelly man needed help. He made a solemn vow to try and help the man the next time he found him.

Finding him wasn't hard. His smell was so pungent that Missile could find him from miles away. The man had holed himself inside of one of the tall metal boxes that lined the hallway. "HELLO!" he yelped to get the man's attention.

The door to the box opened slowly and Missile sat down, ready to greet the man, but then the taller ghost dropped down from the ceiling and grabbed the man by the shoulders as he peaked out.

"GAAAAAH!"

Missile yipped and quickly projected himself into the broom that was in the box as the man ran off, once again chased by the three ghosts.

Again, Missile had failed to help the smelly guy. He walked sadly around the halls until the stench drew closer once more. "This time for sure!" he said happily as he followed it. He had yet to help anyone like he was supposed to, and the smelly man seemed to need all the help he could get! So he went scampering through the halls until he came upon the room where the smell was coming from. There was also a sound accompanying the smell this time. It seemed like it was supposed to be musical, but it just sounded like strange, dissonant noise to him (he couldn't know that it was a poor attempt at the song: "Chopsticks" on the piano).

Missile recalled Sissel's trick and put himself into the door to go through it. From the door, he could see the smelly man sitting at a large wooden thing, hitting buttons with his fingers that produced the awful noise. The man looked depressed and more than a little shaken up. "How did I even get here? And why do those guys keep attacking me? Boy I wish Edgey was here. He'd know what to do. . ."

Feeling ready to face him, Missile almost hopped out of the door to say hello, but then the three younger humans drifted right through it. Too scared to do anything else, Missile started barking in order to warn the smelly man, who looked up and saw the trio as they approached.

"Yiiiiii! Why does this keep happening to meeeeee!" After fighting them off by flailing around, the smelly man ran out of the room by throwing the door that Missile was in open and slamming it shut behind him.

Feeling bad and useless, Missile started whining. He just wanted to say hello, but the ghosts just kept attacking the smelly man. Maybe it was because he stunk too much? Whatever it was, Missile had failed to help him and to say hello to him. What could he possibly do to help in a place like this?

Then he smelled her.

Her scent hadn't been there just a moment before, but now it was. It was a wonderful scent that he recognized from the parties that he would go to at the little master, Kamila's place.

It was the smell of burgers!

He looked around the room, but stayed inside of the door just in case. He saw a girl dressed in strange clothing sit up and mumble to herself. She looked around with a curious expression. She finally stood up and started to poke at the same buttons that the smelly man had, making various noises come out. When she grew tired of that, she slapped something that looked like a bunch of giant food dishes on strange stands and contraptions. It made a loud noise that scared Missile back into hiding. Then a new noise came from somewhere outside of the room. The girl ended up sliding the door open to go after the sound. She didn't slam the door like the smelly man did, and she didn't go through the door like the ghosts did. Missile started to really wonder if she was anything to be afraid of.

He finally stepped out of the door after the burger-girl turned the corner and went out of sight. He followed after her quietly, still trying to decide whether or not she needed any help.

"Hello?"

He watched the girl lift a strange object to her ear, and not a moment later an awful sound came out of it and made her pull it away from her hear. She had a conversation with the object before tucking it away. That's when Missile decided to—

RIIING RIIIING!

The object made a noise again and she put it back up to her ear. "Honestly, what's the point of calling when you don't wait for the other person to say anything back?" she complained as she paced around a bit. Still a bit jumpy from his encounters with the ghosts, Missile quickly hid himself in the closest door to avoid being seen by her. But, as she looked around, he noticed a familiar rock hanging off her neck.

It was just like the nice lady's!

To avoid scaring her, and to pull her away from the hall where the ghosts might attack again before he could get a word in, he got out of the door on the side with the small room and started barking to get her attention.

The girl stepped into the classroom and he sucked in as much air as his little lungs could hold before bellowing out. . .

"HELLO!"

A/N :: Shikola Krasno ::

Ever wonder what Larry did before locking himself in the bathroom? Apparently he just got chased all over the place. But in Missile's case, when something smelled it was always the Butz! Unfortunately, Missile wasn't exactly good at being helpful (as you may have noticed by the fact that he always disappeared whenever there was trouble), but he certainly made Maya happy! And don't even get me started on Edgeworth. . .

A/N :: Melody Canta ::

Yum. Burger smell. (As an aside, how many burgers do you have to eat before you smell like them?)

Question: Missile seemed to play a key role in saving Maya from jumping off of the apartment complex. Would Phoenix have known to go up if it wasn't for him?

Answer: No. No, Phoenix wouldn't have. But Melody and I would have come up with a way to save her. It just wouldn't be right to save everybody then expect them to be okay after dropping Maya right in front of them. And we did have a bad habit of throwing Missile at all our problems. . .

Scenario (this didn't actually happen, obviously. This is an alternate Missile ending!) :: THE MISSILE LAUNCHER!

After Cabanela mentioned bumping into a strangely dressed girl on the stairs, Edgeworth knew exactly who he meant. So, with Missile in hand and the rest of the gang following closely behind him, he hurried out of the Agency and went running down the stairs, two at a time, in order to find Maya as soon as possible.

He came bursting out of the door to the complex only to find little Pearl standing right outside. "Oh! Mister Edgeworth! I was just about to call up."

"Pearls? No, that's not right. . ." Edgeworth searched for Maya, but she was nowhere to be seen. Everyone else flooded outside and wound up just as confused as he was.

"YIP YIP YIP YIP!" Missile started struggling in Edgeworth's grasp, pointing his nose up towards the sky.

"What is it, boy?" Edgeworth asked, holding the little dog in front of him. "What are you trying to tell me?"

Missile kept wriggling as he tried to look up. "YIP YIP YIP!"

Pearl was the first one to look up with the dog, and her scream alarmed everybody. Edgeworth looked up and saw Maya at the edge of the roof, just about to step off.

It had been such an interesting night and his head was still swimming a little from all of his experiences in the Mnemonic Abyss, so he may not have been in his right mind when he yelled out, "Logic be damned!" and held Missile in his right hand while pointing his left straight at Maya. Then, with all of his strength, he threw the little dog like a football.

Everyone started screaming and it was hard to tell if they were screaming due to Maya's situation, or because Edgeworth had just thrown a living creature into the air. But, to their amazement, Missile flew straight and true and knocked Maya back just in time, making them both tumble back onto the roof.

"Come on. . ." Edgeworth looked up at the roof with concern. It started to occur to him that throwing a living creature may not have been the best idea on any day, but the little dog started yapping and, somehow, the panicked prosecutor knew that things worked out alright.

"YES!" He pumped his fists a few times, then completely caved into the random urges and logical fallacies and broke out into a sort of touchdown dance, fully equipped with the running man, the shopping cart, and various other horrible dance moves that no one ever wanted to see the renowned prosecutor he was finally finished with his shameless display, he went running back into the apartment complex. At the moment, he couldn't care less what the others thought of him. With Missile's help, he had somehow managed to save the day.

The rest of the gang stood at the door to the complex, completely stunned.

"Did he just?" Athena muttered.

"Yep," Apollo replied.

"And he just?"

"Uh huh."

"But that's just. . ."

Edgeworth poked his head over the edge of the rooftop and showed Missile off to the world like the dog was the prince of the jungle being presented to his loyal, animal subjects. It was such a dramatic scene that one might have heard an African chorus if life came with such musical accompaniment. Finally, with all restraints gone after a night of complete insanity, he started yelling, "MISSILE LAUNCHER REIGNS VICTORIOUS!"

Phoenix slapped his forehead and muttered, "I am going to need sooo much therapy to get that image out of my head." Everyone mumbled in agreement.

A/N :: Shikola Krasno ::

Mix college stress, lack of sleep, and too much caffeine and what do you get?

THE MISSILE LAUNCHER!

Of all the stupid ideas that we came up with, this one is by far Melody's and my favorite.

The issue that led to this was actually rescuing Maya. Originally, the way that my chapter was written, there was no time between Pearl's scream and Maya's fall. That posed a serious problem for Melody, however, who had the magical task of saving her. Instead of just changing my chapter at first, for some reason we decided to come up with ridiculous ways to save her.

I won't mention the other ways yet in case Melody goes through with those alternate endings, but my addition to the dumb rescues was THE MISSILE LAUNCHER! The idea was pretty much that someone would launch Missile at Maya and BOOM! Safe and sound! Now it's just fun to say and fun to think about. I don't know if anybody will be quite as amused with this as we are, but it's always nice to see Edgeworth crack, so just deal with it.

MISSILE LAUNCHEEEEEEER!

A/N :: Melody Canta ::

I might have to write some of those various endings, but the Missile Launcher will always be my favorite. Missile saves the day, and I can just see Edgeworth's touchdown dance in my head.

Final A/N :: Shikola Krasno ::

O MY GOD I'm so sorry for how long it's been since we've posted anything! Motivations are all over the place, and while I'd like to say that Melody and I are swamped up to our necks in school work, work, or whatever, the fact is that we still write quite a bit of randomness whenever we get the chance, so the truth is that we're just too distracted from these particular stories. And what's worse, the first thing we're going to publish in a while is my Fatal Turnabout crack chapters! So, so sorry.

In other news, though, I actually wrote crack chapters! Never saw that coming, right? I mean, I killed EVERYBODY (except maybe Godot?) and I did NOT make it easy on them. Truth is: the only character that's really holy enough for me to not be able to kill is Missile—which is funny since he dies in his own game (SPOILERS! But if you read this then you may have figured that out already). There's something that Melody knows better than anyone: if I'm given the choice between human saving a human or a dog, I will choose dog.

Sadly, because I'm a Missile hog, he has been passed on to Melody for a while (check out our Fatal Frame/Sailor Moon cross, and yes, Missile is still around). I won't be able to use him in a story until we reach Fatal Frame 3, which will be quite a while, plus I still need to actually write out more of Dangan Ronpa/Zero Escape (seriously, we have been slacking off). Missile will not (as we know of yet) be making any appearances in the latter story. So yeah, my Missile privileges have been revoked, or at least reduced to Missile crack.

IF YOU COME UP WITH ANY OTHER MISSILE RELATED QUESTIONS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ASK US THEM! I only stopped writing them because I wasn't sure what else to add, but I'm always game for a Missile related challenge. If you just want to know about Missile in general, I will say it again: go check out Ghost Trick and you'll understand our obsession.

And with that I say sorry for the 50th time, and I hope you'll still put up with us!

Final A/N :: Melody Canta ::

Haha, now that we're posting again, I'm now getting swamped in schoolwork. I went back to the USA for Christmas, and my motivation kind of tanked from there. Plus, as Shikola said, we've been writing random little things for each other, mostly Persona-related, since Persona Q was released and we're kind of giant Persona nerds (PERSONAAAAAAA!). Plus, I've now got my own obligations, including a brand new Let's Play! channel (if you want to watch me play through Persona 3 Portable, come watch!) and a cosplay group, so needless to say, I'm tired.

I'm still hogging Missile, so if you're not reading Luna Obscura, now is the time to do so! It's only going to get darker from there, I promise. I've got the next chapter about a quarter of the way done, and once I finish editing the video for my LP, that's next on my list of things to write.

In the meantime, sorry, and we'll try to post more soon!