Imagine a dartboard.
You're in a billiard hall, or just a pub. People are scarfing down greasy, fried food while they drink lite beer, putting them away. There's an old, dim TV up high in one of the corners, the logos of different channels and the scores from a variety of sports are burned into the display. It's cheap, it's bad for you, but you can count on people showing up every night. Why? Who really knows. Perhaps it's just a place to be, a rhythm, anthropologists call it "ritual" (gagging all the while).
But on a wall somewhere is a dart board. It's outlived people, generations, whole countries even. One wonders if the dartboard was there first or the building, perhaps they came together, like twins or Bonnie and Clyde. Either way, no one knows and that dartboard will sure as the sun rises outlast you. Yet in this board, you can see the age. Countless little stipples, dimples jabbed into its face by novices, journeymen, and masters. The drunken buffoon, the boy trying to impress some beau, the sleeper who is there to hustle. All of them have made their mark; and to do that... you just need throw that dart.
A simple thing in practice, after all, you just need to throw one but ask someone to ascertain the skill of the marksmen who threw the dart just using each of those little, teeny-tiny, craters from the legion of ghosts past, present, and future? Ah. Not so simple.
And so, you've put us in a similar situation. Between the CCC auditions, and the direct submissions there was a total of 632 people who lined up to throw a dart that board, hoping to hit the bullseye for either Eris or Jimmy. Perhaps you might have, but that doesn't mean you're the only one to do it. Which brings us to this little conundrum. We need 2 percussion specialists, and two only, but decisions, decisions.
That is why we're telling you now that the initial estimate of 7 days will not hold. We had hoped it would, but between the volume here, and the volume with Melpomene for SILICON LABYRINTH (Obligatory shilling) well... that's not going to work.
Consider this a notice slipped under your door about how the postman missed you, or an SMS sent to your phone about that package you ordered being delayed. We promise, oh, we do. That we're working through all your lovely submissions, but it's going to take until late next week we surmise. Keep an eye out. We'll slip in through the cracks like before, tap you on the shoulder, and start yammering. We promise! Just not quite yet.
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