cimorene

soooooo i read this story today, and at the time it resulted mainly in incredulous giggles, but now the full horror is dawning on me: this wacked characterization of sir ian (as a sort of sex-drunken magneto playboy... weird... evil... thing) is so ridiculous and, like, ~~ridiculous~~ ~~horrifying~~ ~~amusing~~ i don't even know what that it's probably going to leap to mind whenever i think of ian. and that's so wrong because this story is so bad, and ian is... so cool! ::sob::

p.s.: ::kills .txt attachments in e-mail that result in horrible zigzag lines dead::