Rincewind

For the record I hate you all except Carmine even more today.

It's the curse making me say that. Yes.

Er...

I'll be just staying... in today. Very in. So in you all can just pretend I never existed.

What did I say? What? Did I say that calling a ship unsinkable was just asking for trouble? Why, yes, I think I did.

Of course. I become a woman and...

I'm definitely not pregnant.

Very funny.

At least it isn't Fourecks.

I'd just about murder for some curry.

How does the luggage not get blisters on all its feet?

I need a better hat.

With more sequins.

And sparkles.

That'd show old Ridcully.

I wish Ridcully would come here.

( Non-IC cut for great justice and stream of consciousness )

[ooc: Hey, stream of consciousness goes a long way. Consider this a voice post complete with mutters, Rincewind bumping into people on the street, and occasional coughs, sniffles, and assorted human noises.]

Wha-?

But... I'm not dead!

Am I?

And as for the rest of these cards... I don't think it's very funny calling me cannon fodder. I can't help my scars, and I don't know what a Luddite is, thank you very much.

I'm not immortal! I swear!

No.

[gasp, whimper, little shriek, pattering feet]

No! I said--

[louder shriek]

Not--

[whimper]

Immortal!

[yelp and the sound of many running feet]

About time!

[the sound of some...one(?) being trampled into the ground]

Now let's get out of here!

The Luggage is pleased

[ooc: The Luggage is proud of itself.]