Yeah, yeah, the change in the community is really fascinating and I'm sure there's some explanation which I don't currently understand.

When someone figures it out, let me know.

Now that I have addressed that, I want to talk about something that's actually interesting.

Many of us may be aware that there are a lot of trolls on the community, and that apparently they are the last of their race. I'd like to see what we, as a community, can do about that.

They're kids. And they need our help.

So, scientists from advanced civilizations, come pool your cloning technologies here. I'm gathering DNA samples, so let's see what we can do with them.

I'm thinking test tube troll maggots and hopefully figuring out how to clone a new Queen Bee (they call them mother grubs) for these kids. Who's with me?

Dream...width? What is the width of a dream? Chibi-usa-chan? Mako-san? Roze? Are you all still there? The site looks different!

It's...pink.

The video opens to show Rose standing next to a large, complicated device. It looks very much like the device she used as part of the procedure to enter the game world but obviously upgraded since then.

Rose then proceeds to create some items of dubious purpose, through a complex system of combining punchcards on which these items are held.

This is just the warm-up, however.

The feed gets a little distorted for a moment as the hubtop is combined with her hairband, thus creating the hubtopband. The hubtop is then replaced as Rose kindly models her alternate computer while she continues.

After a couple more instances of dubiously useful items, Rose seems to be getting the hang of things. In particular, that the wizard statue granted magical properties to the yarn is of interest. Rose combines the same wizard statue with the needles that are equipped to her strife specibus, thus creating needlewands. Anyone able to detect magic will notice that these give off the same energies as the magical yarn did.

Next, she combines some assorted knitting projects, a purple velvet pillow and her squiddle shirt to create the velvet Squiddleknit dress, far more cool and stylish than her previous ensemble. She is mostly finished, but there is still one more thing left for her to do.

She combines the needlewands with her Grimoire, the one on how to summon the zoologically fictitious and strange. This creates the Thorns of Oglogoth, and anyone who can detect such things will be getting seriously bad vibes from these beauties because dark energy comes off them in waves. Rose, however, seems to either not notice or not care.

There's a sound as some enemies approach her. The last thing the video catches before cutting out is Rose taking out said enemies in an almighty blast of energy. Watch out Sburb, Rose just got herself some serious firepower.

There are several upsides to this abrupt change of web domains - not only do I find this colour scheme much more aesthetically pleasing than the gradient blues Livejournal had recently adopted, I find that I can now actually post. If there is anybody else in the same condition as I, I hope we may now get around to any... unfinished business we may possibly have.

[Completely failed lock to Greed:]
We need to speak immediately.

Turn my back on the community for a few days and it gives itself a makeover. Have to say though, I kind of like the new look. Now, is it going to last.

My, my. It seems a great deal of change has been undergone in the community whilst I was in captivity. It certainly did not have this appearance from the scrolls in my cell. I cannot say I am terribly displeased. It seems much the same, with a just a few differences here and there. Should these changes remain I am sure we could all adjust accordingly.

However this wasn't my purpose in writing to you today, dear community. I wished to inform those of you who were concerned about my recent...predicament, that I am no long a prisoner of the Templars. After a rather hasty escape from the prison I was aided by several friends and was able to escape Italy all together. While the vampires are still in a tizzy over my delicate condition, I am more or less "safe" at home with my husband. I have offered him temporary forgiveness for his foolishness, should he acquiesce to my demands.

I must admit; it is most pleasant to be writing to you from the familiar sights of home.

So how does one transport sensitive pieces of genetic information through multidimensional travel? For curiosity sake only.