The Slumbering Giant

News Flash! Nuclear weapons found in adolescent's school locker!
Now that we have your attention, business can begin. Unlike other editorial delicacies, this post has been thoroughly cleansed of its journalistic muse. You will find no "As a matter of fact's" here, nor any "It happened like this". This is not a news update. It would be beyond common logical boundaries to create a news post when the editor has been absent himself. Doing so would be excellent grounds for court-martial, and possibly execution by firing squad.
This post has taken a drastic turn, and an extra dose of grammatical 'roids to remain in-tact with the current events of Moon. In fact, the editor is quite oblivious to recent developments... if any.
On a lighter note, the first Fun Night has been scheduled for this evening by Sergeant Emblem140. Emblem took the initiative to revive the mummified corpse that Moon was quickly becoming.
The editor, also second-in-command of Tactical Moon, would like to make a formal apology to the entire company for his blatant absence as of late. Although it would seem he has good intentions, truth be known, he was most likely just blowing time on his new computer, and blaming his dismemberment on work. Poor man. Remember him in your prayers on the beach.
So, with the main power master switch groaning back into place, and the rust of a deplorable lull in healing mode, both GIO and Tactical Moon begin to rise from the ashes.