The best revenge, I guess.

Just got back from a nearly week-long trip to Florida, which you'd think would be a good thing, what with the state's reputation for infecting its visitors and residents with unbridled glee and relaxation.

But no, it was all business. People close to me already know this, but I've been trying for years to find the leaders of the alligator cult that ordered the daylight assassination of my parents in their quaint bayou home. I had a lead I wanted to follow up on, knowing that if it proved to pan out, I would be coming back from the sunshine state with my hands slick with blood and ichor, plagued by the dark memories of the unspeakable things I had to do in the service of my own rage.

Alas, my days were eaten inside the chill air of an Orlando convention center, clicking through slides on medical software design to an audience that was simply counting the minutes until the bars opened again.

Before I knew it, I was out of time, and any serious inquiries into reptilian death cabals would make me miss my flight home.

So, Plan B. I will "live well." They'll hate that.

I flew first class, Chief Hierophant Jerry Folsom! First. Class. You ever flown first class, Mr. High and Mighty Grand Lagarto Edgar Mills? I didn't think so. Free drinks, three more inches of legroom, and all the peanuts I could eat! If that isn't living well, I don't know what is. Boo-ya.

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[Leader of Alligator Cult]

Curses! Foiled again. Your revenge on us has been thorough. *slinks off into the dark*

[Burning]

Medical software design?
Unbridled glee?
Alligator cults?

Entertaining...