News:

Heaven is a sausage party.

Main Menu

I don't know where this goes

Started by Q. G. Pennyworth, August 14, 2014, 02:37:00 AM

Previous topic - Next topic

Q. G. Pennyworth

"Here, let me ruin it for you. I'm only interested because you're potentially valuable to my continued survival. You're taller than me and you've got everyone in there nominally under your thumb. You're smart, but I've watched you get manipulated by less skilled people than me. Smart people are usually the easiest to manipulate, they're so good at talking themselves into idiotic things in the most convincing terms possible. And make no mistake, I would wreck your fucking life. Five years, tops. I would break your heart and ruin every dream you ever had. You've seen me do it before. I'll have all the excuses in the world and it'll sound really great because guess what? I'm smart, too. I am the worst fucking thing you know.

"And the scary thing is you're going to come back next week and I'm not going to be like this. I'm going to be happy and smiling and a playful bitch instead of this monster in front of you right now. And you're going to wonder 'is this the real her, and that terrible thing last week was just the crazy talking, or is she really that thing and everything I thought I knew about her was just an act all along?' And the horrible truth is that both of these are masks, and there is nothing at all underneath them. I don't have a real name."

"[REDACTED]," he said, but the name stuck in his throat like vomiting shards of broken glass. He looked to her imploringly, barely seeing her dark eyes in the dim light. He couldn't breathe. It was tearing him apart. Her outline grew fuzzy and indistinct, he could only focus on those eyes and he stared until his retinas burned, correcting for the static pattern. She was gone.

LMNO


Q. G. Pennyworth

I literally have no idea how to turn that into more.

Salty

Quote from: Q. G. Pennyworth on August 14, 2014, 04:01:33 AM
I literally have no idea how to turn that into more.

I always have that problem.
The world is a car and you're the crash test dummy.

P3nT4gR4m

Quote from: Q. G. Pennyworth on August 14, 2014, 04:01:33 AM
I literally have no idea how to turn that into more.

Have idea - ditch the last para and expand the first two. So many truths in there it's almost wasteful to see them all squished up like that. F'kin powerful!

As an aside, if my ex had told me that when we first met, I'd probably still have gone through with it. Five years, almost to the day  :horrormirth:

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark