Chewin in the Chung

3 days, 2 hours, 4 minutes. Me and the Dark Mage are having a pretty good time hanging out. He sits upon a mound of ancient silver artifacts, precious gems and golden weaponry, while his swirling dark robes occasionally obscure his pale countenance. He carries on a muted conversation with someone called The Oneiromancer, and only pauses once every five hours to reach into my skull and silence The Renegade. I'm just chewing gum and trying not to shake.