Leslie: I found this when Ophelia was emptying her storage cubes. She said I could have it. I don't know how to play it though, and the instruction manual is missing...
{turns it on}
Leslie: Wow, it's blinking.
?: Good afternoon, master.
{looks around}
Leslie: That's weird. It must be part of the game. Okay.
{talking to the cube}
Leslie: Hi, um, the rules, please.
?: What rules, master?
Leslie: The rules to the game.
?: You wish to play a game?
Leslie: I guess so. You are a game, right?
?: I am Ruby. What is your name, master?
Leslie: It's Leslie. But... um.
{feeling slightly creeped out}
To be continued.
I can't believe it. It looks like the rusted gates to The Garden of Virtues are going to be laboriously parted by small articulated resin hands after all once more. I am glad that I am buying Lanie's Angel, but I am also a little sad. I remember disposing of Dresden along with my other dolls. I was in a vicious rage. I hesitated over Dresden's prone form, thinking, goodness, even I don't think of her as a BJD, is this really necessary? And then, blindly, cutting the strings. I can't believe I am actually talking about this now. I have not talked about it before. I regretted losing her afterward, because I did not really need to part with her. She was a sweet, special presence, a little woman. I have kept all of her eyes, wigs and clothes. Of course I will never forget the moments in which I divested all of my BJD's of their clothing, wigs and eyes. The other day Henry came around with a little velcro he had found and I grew faint, knowing that it had come fro...
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