* A woman in a green dress, slightly ripped comes jogging out of the forest*
Ugh, thats like the thickest jungle I've ever been in. But I have no idea how I even got there, at one moment I was fraternizing with Turbo, then I blacked out. Then that evil Ms(ry) Green came and
*shivers*
... and... I passed out. Then I woke up witha huge gaseous black ball, which I followed into the forest. And now...well I've been running to get out ever since.
* Tamuzi looks around and sees a makeshift counting system being made in the sand* Hmm, Yes I see some good ideas, but honestly, why fight amongst ourselfs, how do we even know that WE are killers. For all I can see madamoiselle Green and Herr Grey are the evil here.
On my way back I heard some speech from here drift back. Religion, yes it is important, there is no reason we should really stop talking about it, however I think there is a better topic and that would by theology, or perhaps psychology. I have already overheard some very interesting statements. Very Very interesting ones. This factors into one of my nominations, namely Mikeburnfire. He is too secretive and inside his head. Watch, listen, and you will understand their inner emotions.
As to my other nomination, Turbo and I had a great conversation before this plane crashed, I will trust the man for now.
A third nomination will come, so as to help push a town agenda, but I am unsure who it is to be, if we cannot rid ourselfs of those holding us.
nominate: Mikeburnfire, Mathcam.
Tamuz is the expression of the alienated, of the ambitious, of the dispossessed.