Hah! Due to a loophole in the legal process used to keep me from spewing any of my crap over the slate of this website, I have returned.
Yes.
I don’t know if I have anything left to fill another Immoral Craplist with (seeing as I’ve been unable to play Maple Story whilst at my mother’s. Blog patrol, that is the only meaningful sentence in this blog.)
But while I’ve been filling my heart with Yoshi’s Island, (yes the original) Star Fox (also the original) and Tales of Symphonia (notice Aurida’s striking resemblance to Lloyd, who fills picture two.), what’ve Aurida and Rodin been up to?

…Well, OK, maybe only Aurida. Rodin’s still sick with a case of the snail flu… (See the last episode.)
Perhaps a first person narrative is in order? -flicks a switch on the wall-

“Aurida, get in here!,” he called to me. Having supposedly walked for awhile on the Eternal Bridge, I was more than happy to do something else. I kicked Rodin out of the way, down to the floor below. He must’ve encountered a pitiful end as I got the familiar message a minute later. “You have gained 4 experience.”
“Aurida.” He stood in front of me, looking like a simpleton. I knew my great superiority over him, but couldn’t express it at all. After all, he was my player.
I’ll insult him a little, I thought.
“I know you’ve been up to something while I’ve been gone, Aurida.” He spoke with such a voice that I suspected he was accusing me of something. “Also, stop killing Rodin. It’s not nice.”
“Why? He’s free experience. All you do while you’re controlling me is kill Zombies or occasionally make me spit out random sentences at people you call your friends.” I stared into his eyes, longing for an answer. He hated that.
“Yes, but he’s my character, too.” He looked over his shoulder noncommittally to the bridge, where he saw Rodin respawn.
“His only purpose in life has become to hold things that I can’t.” I looked at him, wondering exactly how much of my crap he was holding and how much it would be worth if I sold it. Solid gold snail, I thought to myself.
“Whatever. I’m done arguing with you. Now unless you want me to get some NX Cash and get your hair shaved off, you’re going to turn and face the audience, and-“
“Fourth wall, Leslie.”
“Gah! I’ll deal with that later. You’re going to turn and face the absolutely nothing I don’t know about over there…” He paused and waved to where we both knew the audience was. “…and tell them exactly what went on while I was away.”
Dang, I thought. He couldn’t, say, just make a list like he’s done the last few times. Nooo, he has to make ME do it. He turned and walked off stage.
Now, understandably, my rage at this point was enough to, say… catch me aflame if it was to become manifest.
To quote Topato Potato, my heart was about to burst from my chest and start to pummel my enemy of its own volition, leaving my body a convulsing membrane of REGRET.
I produced one of the Oinker Delights he’d given to me and tossed it at him as he left. I heard the familiar bell sound and the whoosh of air as it struck him.
Alright, ten minutes to do whatever I want before he sends me to my death. Better get this over with.
I turned to the wall and flicked a switch-

and that ends the first-person narrative mode and half my required quota of stupidity.
The other half will, of course, take the form of the Immoral Craplist. Yay, fun.

Aurida did stuff, including but not limited to:
– Spawncamped Rodin for awhile. Since he was only going up 0.01% for every 60 times he killed him, he only did so for about two hours. Oh yeah, he was going to kill Aurida so much when he got back.
– Left the Eternal Bridge, hoping that Leslie didn’t come back.
– Got smacked in the face with a sign saying “My name’s not Leslie.”
– Got smacked in the face with a sign saying “It’s Derek.”
– Got smacked in the feet, sending him toppling down a 30-story fall by a sign saying “Respect it.”
– Died. Lost 5%. (Let’s not start that again, Aurida thought.)
– [insert really stupid yet vaguely hilarious action here.]
– Died. Lost 5%. (Crap it, Aurida thought.)
– Decorated Christmas trees.
– Accidentally let his friend Andrew discover that the graham crackers give pies that give 120 magic attack. No more easy pies for him!
– Killed Zombies.
– Threw Zombies at other Zombies.
– Angered a Priestess.
– Ran away from her attempts to Doom him. (They failed.)
– Escaped to Florida
– Joined the FBI. (See picture 1)
– Rose through the ranks to have the most prestige among all the FBI agents, ever.
– Retired.
– Went back to Maple world.
– Encountered the same Priestess. Apparently some people can hold grudges forever.
– Was a participant in the lengthiest magic battle in the history of awesomeness.
– Lost.
– Died.
– Kicked Rodin off the bridge in anger and waited for Leslie to get back.
– Got slapped off the bridge and whacked with a hammer. Ow.

So yeah, I’m now back. If anyone plays on Scania and actually listens to me, feel free to message Aurida. He’s under MY control now! Bwahaha…!
Well… in 6 minutes, anyway…