Exe. I still hate it. But, looks like the little “studio” has dwindled down to dust. Maybe I didn’t have to do anything after all. Though… a new generation of exes are on the prowl. New exes, new strategies.
Everyone else is gone. If you’re reading this, don’t ignore. Make it be known. I hate… no, I dislike you, Fatch. I’m sorry you left. Grand plans you’ll miss.