you can't handle the truth

seriously, you really can't handle it. because it's not a physical object, so you can't just like pick it up and handle it, like you would a baseball or an orange or some shit like that.

oh, right, on to other stuff:

bluelight is dead. i shouldn't be surprised, really, since he had it coming. being all, you know, blue.

but who killed him, i hear you ask. (okay, you probably didn't ask that, but i'm going to tell you anyway.) it was orangelight! gasp! my arch-nemesis, my foe, my...okay, i've never really met him, but still, i think he would make a great arch-nemesis now that bluelight is dead.

and what shall his //Bullshit Made-up Title// be? //Rapscallion//!

introductions

what is all this bullshit, you may ask. who am i?

i am whitelight. also called //Truthsayer//. i am the bestower of roles, also known as //Bullshit Made-up Titles//.

i am not, however, related to greenlight, redlight, yellowlight, blacklight, bluelight, or ultravioletlight (you can never see his comments, but he's there). i am totally better than those creeps.

because i tell the truth.

i shall be maintaining a list of all the //Bullshit Made-up Titles// i have bestowed. because y'all need a little truth.

so prepare for a truth enema.