(( Okay, checking out Ryou and Malik's entries, I smell problems with other roleplays on Xanga.  Guys, if they start bugging you, delete their comments.  Or report them, simple as that.  They seem to have forgotten all roleplay is just for fun and that there is no need to get all wanky and bent out of shape about it.  If any of them are on this site...Really, just leave us alone and stick to your own roleplay group.  We're not planning to "invade your roleplay" or something equally ridiculous.  We have better things to do.  Besides, who cares?  But, know this...I will exersize the report function if any of you are abusing members of our roleplay.  So if you think about harassing our roleplay, it better well be worth it.

And anyway, can't we all just get along?  Or, at the very least, leave one another alone?  Because if this turns into a flame war, no hesitation or entertainment.  I will report the antagonist.  Because, seriously, this is level of bullshit that's rather laughable.  Thank you. ))

Malik's locked himself in the basement with Chibi Ra.  I might just throw him down a few oven mitts.  If I were feeling charitable and nice.

...No, I don't feel it.  Well, he knows where they are.  I think there's a fire extinguisher down there, unless I took it.  Or Oneesan's cooking revolted.  Or Rishido thought it was some kind of skin lotion.  Maybe old tattoo face decided to get himself a girl(boy)friend.  

Why do I care?  Malik will come out when he comes out.  Though I think that was the first time I've ever heard him complain about the sun...He must've eaten something bad out of the fridge. 

(( Okay guys, so what do we do?  Silver-sama's gone and the admin spot is open, plus we need a plot.  What do you guys think of Jess-chan's/Malik's idea? 

Oh, and if any RPer that hasn't been approved of in the Log appears, please leave a note on Ryou, mine, or the Log entry.  We have standards (albeit loose ones) and don't want history to repeat itself.  So...Yeah, I'll shut up and try to roleplay more.

And to what Mana said...We have standards.  She doesn't.  Hence, she is insignificant and a fool.  And...Mr. Pot?  Yeah, meet Mr. Kettle.  ))

Attic's clean and not a burn mark left in Oneesan's curtains.  Hope Mini Ra is behaving for you, hikari.  No amount of twinking with the God Card and energies couldn't get the bite out of the little bastard.  Just don't let the other pets near him and start wearing non-flammable gloves.

...But maybe put him next to the stovetop when Rishido cooks.  Before dinner entertainment, ne?

(( 'Scuse any weirdness in this entry, I've planned this for a while.  And the fact that I'm a shitty updater and have little idea what's going on in the RP at this point.  Oh, and I'm trying this entry in paragraph form because it's easier for me.  XP  ))

Yami Malik slowly emerges from the attic, checks his surroundings, and hurries down the stairs and into the living room with a large, wicker basket in hand.  Several growls can be heard within the basket and the blanket covering the top of it is covered with black, burned marks.  Yami Malik lowers the basket onto the desk carefully and ties a small piece of paper onto the basket handle.  Scribbled on it in pen is Malik's name. 

He retreats back into the attic to clean up and declare the "project" complete.  Back to the basket, a yellow-gold bird's head peaks out from under the blanket.  It has a divine air to it, despite it's diminuitive size. 

((...Yeah, I hate this format.  But...Yami Malik has created Chibi Ra!  XD  Happy late birthday, Malik.  Yami Malik didn't forget...))

So we're back home.  (shell shocked)  And here I thought I could watch you all suffer horrible deaths.  Oh well, there's always next time.  And hikari, keep Rishido out of my attic.  Had to resc-I mean, clean up after he decided to explore it or whatever.  -.-  (hangs a "Knock Before Entering or I'll Gouge Out Your Eyes" sign on the attic door before locking self in it)

(( Yaah, sorry I haven't been updating much.  ^.^;;  Major downtime for the Biscuit, she'll snap out of it eventually. ))

...Didn't Yami Bakura saying we were getting off this damn island two-three nights ago?

Why the Hell are we still here?  -.-  My hopes were never high, mind you, but still. 

(sigh)  We're all going to die.  Pity I didn't get the chance to kill most of you.