This game drove me batty when I first played it. But it didn’t quite make me nuts.
I was really pissed, but stopped short of angry.
I couldn’t figure it out, until I realized why: I used to be able to get in the valley, but these days I can’t anymore!
The user formerly known as TTT
Since I don’t know the significance of the name Meros, I don’t know whether changing it to Merros would be a problem or not.
Luckily Meros doesn’t have whole lot of significance save that it’s managed to stick with me for a number of years.
I could always go by my real middle and last name in which case I’d be doubly qualified. 
There are hookers but no whores or prostitutes.
(I think I’m in the right place.)
Oops, make that my real middle and last appellation. (Before Scribble can call me on that 
)
Yeah, but you can’t be qualified. You can only be approved.
Didn’t think I’d let you get by without a single criticism–excuse me, correction–did you?
I’ve seen this game played before, but I never got it until today. Doh… I mean, oops.
It’s kind of weird… or maybe it’s just bizarre… that there are cookies and there is filling, but there are no Oreos.
I’m feeling kind of sluggish, but not quite lazy… maybe later I’ll go running or jogging. I’ll be damned if anyone catches me sprinting.
It’s hot today, and I feel like loafing, too. but I cannot do so in The Valley. I’ll have to snooze in the hammock instead.
Scribble, I arrived at the illation that you will continually be able to best me in this “bataille des esprits” long ago.
Or maybe it’s just my approach to assuring your reappearance in our little game.
Ahh, poor disillusioned Meros.
Not disillusioned in the least, Scribble.
Although the Valley Dwellers lack an awareness of reality (seeing as only illusion exists in the Valley) we have already settled the issue that, given my appellation, I cannot be a Valley Dweller and have no delusions of having any manner of upper hand against you.
[sub]My now very worn out thesaurus will vouch for this[/sub]
Meros–Skedaddle to the Cities of Avalon!
In the valley, there are no drug abusers, but there are addicts.
There is weed, but there are no roaches or joints.
There are needles, but no heroin. (I can’t imagine what they’re shooting up.)
They take uppers, but not downers.
They hallucinate, but there is no LSD or PCP.
There are no pushers or dealers, but the valley dwellers still have their connections.
And no one goes into rehab, but a few have checked into Betty Ford’s.
Avalon? Not a place I care too much for…very pretentious
Of course, likely no one outside of NJ knows what I’m talking about.
Just saw the thread Scribble I’ll be there as soon as I figure it out.
FTR, the Avalon I was referring to is a shore town in NJ that is the watering hole for the so called “upper-crust” of society and, if you don’t have at least a 6 figure income you are treated like scum.
I didn’t get back here until just now, and although I’ve read all four pages, and although many possible scenarios seem possible, I have not had the necessary revelation. Perhaps I am too thick or maybe my error is in waiting until the last hour of the day to consider this, but I must say that I feel so pathetic.
And no, don’t tell me. I’ll get it someday, I will!
Would it help you if I told you that I would not be welcome in the Valley though Scribble would be?
After four pages the light goes on (I think):
koeeoaddi would certainly be there, yet there would be no doper.
right?