{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Rainbow Dash Network","provider_url":"http:\/\/rainbowdash.net\/","type":"link","title":"orungano (tiff)'s status on Wednesday, 12-Feb-14 23:43:13 UTC","author_name":"orungano (tiff)","author_url":"http:\/\/rainbowdash.net\/tiff","url":"http:\/\/rainbowdash.net\/notice\/3299329","html":"@<span class=\"vcard\"><a href=\"http:\/\/rainbowdash.net\/user\/1768\" class=\"url\"><span class=\"fn nickname mention\">snowcone<\/span><\/a><\/span> It was a Wednesday. The smell of ripe nerd sweat filled the air. A mass of discarded calculator cadavers littered the floor after the not-to-be-mentioned-again incident. Standing at the podium was a boy. Short, lean, and with a pair of spectacles on his face and underwear clinging around his forehead. That boy was holding up a snowcone to the microphone. Drips of sweat or snow or God knows what fell from the icy treat, to the cone it rested on to the ground below. &quot;We need an answer,&quot; the judge said. The snowcone inhaled. &quot;Red no ecchi.&quot; The crowd paused, and then cheered. The judges applauded; the aforementioned of the three revealed a chocolate amulet - as dignifying as it was delicious - and he stuck it right in the snowcone's face. Right in there. Deep."}