tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-55331381745403863182007-10-15T10:42:00.000-06:002007-10-15T10:54:04.681-06:002007-10-15T10:54:04.681-06:00Um...the other day, I was playing with my favorite toy in the whole world, a ream of paper, and I cut myself. Yeah, that's it. So, now I need to find a healer. If you can heal people, give me a call. <br /><br />It's not a paying position or anything, but you'll get some nice benefits. For instance, if I'm not doing anything, and you need a ride somewhere, I can drive you in my Nissan Rogue. <br /><br />If you can fire a gun, that's a big plus. I don't want you to die though, so hopefully you can heal yourself with your power. If not, then be extra careful. It's like playing Space Confrontation 3: The Rise of the Grey-Matter Faction, if the medic dies, the mission is pretty much over. So, even though I'll probably ask you to help with some dangerous stuff from time to time, I don't expect you to die. You have to agree to do everything you can to stay alive. I might need you in the future, maybe something far worse than a paper cut could happen. You never know.<br /><br />I'll keep in touch with you for some time, just in case. You never know when some crazy act of violence might happen. And on that note, can anyone repair horn-rimmed glasses lenses? Mine aren't broken yet, but wearing these things makes me always self-conscious about them. It's like walking on egg shells. One wrong move and they could break or maybe a stray bullet could hit them. Either way, I try to stay very aware for that reason.<br /><br />So, if you can repair horn-rimmed glasses and heal people, give me a call. This is a once in a lifetime employment opportunity! I may even consider hiring reformed serial killers lost in a jungle somewhere...provided they pick up those two powers first.Mr. Bennethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16418603606479190390noreply@blogger.com