GemWing teleports in, dressed in a maid uniform instead of her combat suit...

Heya, ladies and gents. Happy 2006 to you all!

Suddenly, a loud snore is heard, and GemWing facefaults, before picking herself off the floor, and making faces at the sleeping Saviour-V...

That being said, though...my master's gotten quite jaded off late. Even his game-playing runs have suffered.

It's as if he's lost his zest for life. Well, I've been goading him back into action, but he's just not fighting right.

GemWing glances at Saviour-V, still dozing off in his easy chair, and a anime-style vein pops up on her forehead...

I really should kick him out of his easy chair and tell him he's got a mission to do. Anyhow, feel free to fill his comment-boxes and Tagboard. Tell him there's more to life.

Sure, he's been through some rough times, but he needs some UP time. And, as his Guardian Spirit...

GemWing rolls up her sleeves...

...it's up to me to do that. Wish me luck!

GemWing pulls out a frying pan from behind her, and slowly edges towards Saviour-V's resting place...