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Started by Freeky, April 02, 2010, 08:27:06 PM

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Freeky

April 02, 2010, 08:27:06 PM
...Because these bits are particularly funny.

"It didn't look so scary to him. Ugly, yes. Poorly thought out, yes. A curse on mankind and having something akin to a malevolent proto-sentience, no. "

Tucson summed up in a single sentence, right there. :lulz:

Rococo Modem Basilisk

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April 03, 2010, 04:20:57 AM
:-)

(Can I join in? I have story fragments I'd like to post)


I am not "full of hate" as if I were some passive container. I am a generator of hate, and my rage is a renewable resource, like sunshine.

Freeky

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April 03, 2010, 07:49:04 PM
Um... No. Please to make your own thread.

Doktor Howl

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April 03, 2010, 08:02:47 PM
Quote from: Enki v. 2.0 on April 03, 2010, 04:20:57 AM
:-)

(Can I join in? I have story fragments I'd like to post)

This thread is about HER novel, jackass.  Goddammit.
Molon Lube

Freeky

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April 04, 2010, 07:08:05 PM
Nikki hung around in the dark, hiding from the brightness of the flood lights, waiting for the pool to empty of swimmers. She disliked bathing this way, but the "weirdos," as she thought of them, who shared the space under her bridge had put their foot down, saying they wouldn't let her sleep there until she had cleaned up some. She sniffed in pique. It wasn't like she smelled any worse than feral cats in heat, she thought. 

Richter

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April 04, 2010, 10:59:35 PM
 :aaa: :mittens:
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on May 22, 2015, 03:00:53 AM
Anyone ever think about how Richter inhabits the same reality as you and just scream and scream and scream, but in a good way?   :lulz:

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