BACKDATED to the 18th; TEXT, comm ID "Spider-Man"

[shutterbugged]

Funny thing is, I spent most of last year counting down to my 5th imPort anniversary, and in the end I missed it by a good month and a half. Guess that's what comes of having a significant life event close to the holidays.

[ Spider-Man red versus Goblin green… totally counts as festive, right? Of course it does. ]

You gotta love the human -- sorry, the sapient -- capacity for adaptation. Forgetting the day of my own kidnapping.

But for the sake of you patient souls who suffered through my existential moping last year -- how many of you are still here, anyway? roll call! -- let's skip it this time and go with an icebreaker for the newbies.

Two truths and a lie. For those of you who come from universes without awkward getting-to-know-you party games, (a) congratulations, (b) it's just what it sounds like. I'll start:

1. I once picked a fight with a swarm of communist bees.
2. I used to have six arms but a giant lizard helped me remove them.
3. My car once tried to murder me.

Take your guesses.

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[fistofthejoestar]

If it makes you feel any better, I missed my own anniversary a few months back. Dates are rather tricky things to hang onto, aren't they?

As for the game...all the vehicles I've seen here have been exceedingly polite about things, so I suppose I'll throw my lot in with three.

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[shutterbugged]

Yeah? How long have you been stuck here, then?

Nope, behind door number three is an honest to god truth. Can't say I've "met" any vehicles here, though, polite or otherwise.

[ Though there was that one giant robot guy a while back... he could turn into something or other, it's on the tip of Spidey's brain. ]

[fistofthejoestar]

Just a year - nowhere as impressive as your record, I'm afraid. But it's still longer than I ever expected to have.

Truly? Well, I suppose I'll have to stew in my defeat; it wouldn't be fair to keep blundering about until I found the answer through sheer elimination.

[shutterbugged]

I don't think anyone expects to get kidnapped to an alternate universe.
Well, okay, in an infinite multiverse, probably somebody
But not most people.

No stewing required, you can just take your turn. The answer was 1, for the record.

[fistofthejoestar]

That was certainly a surprise, but I meant I never expected to be allowed to stay as long as I have. This world has been a wonderful blessing.

Was it really? ...yes, I suppose it would be difficult for insects to have any sort of political leaning when they're still denied the vote.

[he's joking, thank god. Jonathan thinks he's much funnier than he really is.]

As for a set of my own...hm, let me think for a moment.

1. I'm 21 and already a great-great-great-grandfather.
2. I published a scientific paper on an ancient stone mask which could transform the wearer into a vampire.
3. I fought and killed Jack the Ripper.

[shutterbugged]

You're definitely more optimistic than the usual crowd.

Nah, the lie is that they were fascist Nazi bees, not communist. Or technically a single Nazi who was bees, plural.

[ Spider-Man is at least occasionally as funny as he thinks he is, but this time he's serious. Or at least truthful. ]

Ooh, this one's tough. But I'm gonna pick 3 as the lie.

[fistofthejoestar]

Well, my family is here. It's difficult to be sour about much of anything when I can spend time with them.

Three doesn't seem to be serving anyone well tonight, does it? I'm afraid that you're quite wrong.

[shutterbugged]

Yeah, it's not as bad being stuck when you've got people to be stuck with.

[ Bit of wistfulness there. At least he has Normie Osborn, but the days of a houseful of imPort spiders are over, at least for the moment. ]

Aw, shucks! Okay, you're either a time traveller, or 1 is the lie.

[fistofthejoestar]

I suppose that could be said for any situation, though. Loved ones can make anything bearable.

Wrong again, unfortunately! Although it's only true in this world thanks to how time flows. The lie in the second one is that I never had time to write or publish a paper.