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Post by Mister Buch on Nov 25, 2012 16:50:45 GMT 1
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Nov 25, 2012 16:55:55 GMT 1
Dude, I need more people on board with this first. I don't know if I could write a short story properly, I'm used to writing big stories.
It's merely a one shot at best about the mythical maiden spirit's daily life, who spends her time in the underworld/hell as a tour guide and a journal at worse.
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Post by Battlechantress on Nov 26, 2012 17:56:00 GMT 1
If you're up for it, I'm in. I'm probably going to keep working on my current NaNo project because it's nowhere near "The End".
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Nov 26, 2012 17:57:22 GMT 1
Sure! I'll make some quick preparations on what I'm going to write about before December starts.
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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 2, 2012 17:08:44 GMT 1
Hey, so is anyone doing this? If so, make a thread here - I'd like to follow along!
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 2, 2012 17:43:14 GMT 1
what;s the idea?
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 3, 2012 6:36:11 GMT 1
Uh, write whatever. Some people try to pick a theme or story idea and stick with it, others write poetry. At least one of us just writes whatever pops up while drunk or sedated. Before I forget: 100words' word counter is not the most reliable, especially if you're copying and pasting from a word processing program. Edit: I'll do a batch for December, but I haven't posted my entries yet (the work schedule's been loads of fun again). I'll work on that now.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 3, 2012 7:10:08 GMT 1
2 December 2012
Notice: "This brain has officially checked out after writing over 55,000 words during the month of November. It will continue to enjoy its many delusions in a place that resembles the Bahamas, minus all of the tourists. If you were hoping for a brief witty statement that will completely change your outlook on the Universe and all the wonders it contains, consider yourself disappointed. The entity recording this message adds: definitely consume large quantities of alcohol, preferably in the form of margaritas or rum and Cokes. If you still can't solve the problem at hand, you need four more."
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 3, 2012 7:52:57 GMT 1
Stoned.Intense. Synesthesia. This entry mere fraction.
3 December 2012
I'm not being here! It's all about the facts!"
"Fuck-" I see the patterns their angry words make and the tempo of my fingers on the keys and all the voices surround me "Take 'em down then' "I'm hurting" voices around me in a circle, no here I have to breathe with a bucket and a bed today I have to get fast enough. 'I thank the force of man'"Where's Mom." I can't find my mind." The keys cry out in certain angled torrents like moaning children lost who's after you. "Gentlemen we are not playing! Let us out!"
"There's a plague!" "Can you do that?":"I don't know.' Try to hide. Mind splits becomes a tree. Check back in Colorado can you do that for me?
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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 3, 2012 12:03:37 GMT 1
Coolness, Chantress. I like that last one especially.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 3, 2012 22:18:10 GMT 1
1 December 2012
I still had hope of us being rescued during the first few days. I actually felt safe up here, between 330 and 410 kilometers above ground near the vast nothingness of space, trapped in a manmade construct where no man had a chance to survive on his own outside let alone have a right to be there and spit in the eye of god. Is that why it’s happening, is this retribution? It’s been three days since Houston contacted us before they shut off communications. I remember the shouts and screams in the background. They came and took over Cape Canaveral, and we are stranded here.
2 December 2012
It was a disease when we left Earth a week ago, a wanna be bird flu virus some DJ on the radio said, trying to be funny. She’s probably one of them now, or dead if she’s lucky. I’m not even an astronaut, I just wanted to see our planet once. Something to tell my baby boy when Rachel is due. She has to be alive, right? My friends said 300 million was thrown away to be a mere tourist. My companions are working still, doing their best to keep this station in altitude. My god Rachel, please be safe.
3 December 2012
We kept watching the broadcasts until they fell silent. We kept listening to any radio waves or anything resembling human activity until it stopped. We kept in touch with the men at the Tiangong station and ask them if they heard anything from China on their instruments. They have one broadcast still running on all official channels. “Keep heart in the party and the proud people of our Republic. Like Lenin before us, we will return stronger, harder and faster in the face of the dark night caused by the American West.” They asked us if we were indeed responsible for this, we asked them the same question. They haven’t responded for three hours now, I don’t think any of us know, or will ever know.
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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 3, 2012 22:41:34 GMT 1
Gorvar is writing!
And he's good. Nice work, all three.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 3, 2012 22:45:00 GMT 1
Thanks Buch Murry!
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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 3, 2012 22:57:32 GMT 1
From 'Scrooged'! One of my favourite Christmas Movies.
- You have to get rid of these dancers. You can see their nipples. - I WANT to see their nipples! And actually, I can't. - Yes you can. - Hey, you guys! Stop working. Look over at those girls there. Can you see their nipples? - No... - No. - See? And these guys are REALLY looking!
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Post by Clint Johnston on Dec 4, 2012 0:00:35 GMT 1
ROFL... I remember the movie, but I ended up liking it a lot less than other Christmas Carol translations.
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