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How this all beganJosephWongKS posted:CONTEST TIME! JosephWongKS posted:EagerSleeper, I hereby declare you the Winner of the Contest! EagerSleeper posted:I will never make you read Pokegirls fanfiction. quote:http://www.amazon.com/Twisted-Miranda-Leek/dp/1452006210/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1359774262&sr=8-1&keywords=twisted+miranda+leek posted:
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Blurb posted:
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# ? Feb 25, 2013 13:39 |
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Review of Chapter 1 will be put up tomorrow.
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# ? Feb 25, 2013 13:39 |
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You crazy bastard, I can't believe you're actually doing this.
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# ? Feb 25, 2013 21:15 |
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Perhaps it is not an actual prison but the bars behind which a bumper car sits, in which case... he really doesn't have cause to complain.quote:He tried not to think, but his will to not do so failed. Just... don't think?
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# ? Feb 26, 2013 03:52 |
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Fully illustrated? Can't wait. You have a serious penchant for self-harm, JWKS.
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# ? Feb 26, 2013 21:28 |
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Chapter One - New Jobquote:
In the first chapter, we are introduced to the protagonist Rodney Philips, from whose non-omniscient first-person perspective the story is told. Devoid of race, class, religious or political affiliation, Rodney is the quintessential every-person, the itabula rasa upon whom each reader may project him- or her-self. Who among us (save the privileged 1%) has not feared destitution? Who has not been struck low by the slings and arrows of fickle fortune, thrown on the streets with only the shirt on your back through no fault of your own? Thus has the author skillfully, within the first three chapters, invited you to empathize with, nay, to be Rodney Philips. quote:
From here onwards the author begins weaving mystery upon puzzle to draw the reader deeper into her intriguing world. What, for example, is an “ad that was rarely seen by the public eye?” Does she mean that there are few open positions for roller coaster engineers? Or is she referring to an inner cabal of Masons that control the flow advertisements for this profession? And why has a person with “an odd attraction” to roller coasters never had the opportunity or the ability to see a roller coaster in person? Is this a hint that the story is set in a post-apocalyptic dystopia where most roller coasters have been destroyed? quote:
Here we have more concrete evidence that “Twisted” is set in an alternate reality – for telephone calls in Rodney’s world operate like emails in our world, where the recipient will receive your transmission even if the sender “hangs up” on his end, so that there is “no turning back” once you “press send”. quote:
First there was “Does a bear poo poo in the woods?” Then there was “Is the Pope Catholic?” And now, in the lexicon of rhetorical questions, we have Miranda Leek’s “Does a trained actor lie when she tries out for a specific part in a big-time movie?” quote:
For someone who’s never ever seen a roller coaster, Rodney seems pretty confident about his chances of securing the position of “roller coaster engineer”. Then the reader recalls that Rodney had recently been working in an “engineering job at the city’s local cake factory”, and quietly marvels at the author’s subtle piece of character-building. quote:
More signs that Rodney’s world is still recovering from the effects of some unknown disaster – fuel is so scarce that Rodney can only afford to drive his car once a year. quote:
No wonder roller coaster engineer ads are “rarely seen by the public eye” in Rodney’s world – prior to the apocalypse, such ads must attracted swarms of applications and been rapidly filled, for such is the power and clout of roller coaster park owners that entire towns get renamed when the former build their parks near the latter. quote:
A touch of ominous foreshadowing of the troubles to come – the proverbial calm before the storm. quote:
Here we get a clue as to Rodney’s age – if people in their middle thirties are “boys” and “girls” to him, then Rodney himself is likely to be in his sixties at the least. quote:
Not only has the as-yet unknown apocalyptic event resulted in resource scarcity, it has also disrupted the human gene structure such that hair no longer whitens as one ages and the typical lifespan has so lengthened that an additional age category of “old middle-aged” is required. Also, luxurious facial hair is favoured, for someone with “unkempt beard and mustache” is perfect even in that respect. Such economy of language, to convey so much information in so few words. JosephWongKS fucked around with this message at 17:26 on Mar 6, 2013 |
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I can't wait to see your ultimate spiral into madness!
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# ? Mar 2, 2013 04:45 |
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Mercedes posted:I can't wait to see your ultimate spiral into madness! It might wind up becoming a loop the loop into madness.
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Chapter Two – Among the Railsquote:Woody led me down the hall to an office. Inside, were three other men sitting on chairs. The coaster engineer motioned for me to join them. There’s something weird about him, something beyond explanation, I thought. Then Woody left the room and began to talk to someone down the hallway. Hesitating, I turned to the man sitting next to me. In this brief but revealing scene, the author adroitly reveals more about both Rodney and Woody. It is evident that Woody suffers from Schmid-Fraccaro syndrome, colloquially known as “Cat’s Eye Syndrome”, but being “perfect” (as earlier described by Rodney) has fortunately avoided all the physical ailments that typically accompany this disorder other than iris coloboma. Rodney, on the other hand, possesses a superstitious nature, attributing undue mystic significance to an ordinary (if rare) physical condition. quote:Woody suddenly walked into the room. He looked briefly at me; His creature eyes flashed me a sense of uncertainty. Could he have possibly heard what I had said? Then he turned and pulled up a chair in front of us, his ice blue eyes looking at everyone in anticipation. Twisted was published in 2010, which means that Miranda Leek had predicted the creation and opening of the Tiger and Turtle Magic Mountain by at least a year. quote:He then guided one of the men out of the room. The few remaining sat quietly talking to each other. Suddenly a small rippling pain shot across my back. Then it went through my arms and legs. I bit my lip and let out a soft hiss of pain. While Woody has to contend with Schmid-Fraccaro syndrome, Rodney clearly suffers from cardiac dysrhythmia. The author is clearly setting the story up to be a medical drama. quote:We began our decent[sic] up the stairs of the steel coaster’s station. My muscles seemed as if they were bulging out of my legs as if they were to burst through my skin at any moment. Something was definitely wrong. However, despite my suffering, I have to go on; I had to have this job! Then we finally reached the heart of the station, the area that actually housed the roller coaster itself, a beast’s lair. Without warning, a larger jolt of pain ran down my back, feeling like an aftershock from a baseball bat hitting me in the spine. I quickly stood up and clutched my back, my nails digging into my shirt as I grinded my teeth in agony, my other hand grasping the queue rail in a stronghold [sic]. Here we see that the author is politically affiliated with the Green Party movement – for she has painted a world in which severe resource scarcity (such as that which may be brought about by drastic taxes on fossil fuels) has led to momentous technological developments like gravitational control, allowing even the inhabitants of a humble theme park to go up while going down at the same time. quote:“What’s wrong?” Woody asked, turning around swiftly. It’s not surprising that Rodney is feeling better, given that the treatment of cardiac dysrhythmia include physical movement (such as that carried out while walking up and down – at the same time – on a roller coaster track) and electrical currents (such as that which may be transmitted via a roller coaster track). The author has evidently done her research into the subject matter of her book. JosephWongKS fucked around with this message at 04:54 on Mar 4, 2013 |
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Isaak looks up from his drink with a smile and says, “You're right. I'm only here because of you. I might as well allow you goons to lavish me with money as I keep your asses out of jail.” Jameson laughs heartily lifting his drink to you. “Here's to the future.” Isaak lightly taps Jameson's beer glass with his own. “To the future.” Isaak's suit pocket vibrates. He holds a finger up to excuse himself from the table so he can take the call. The young, blonde companion in response pulls out a pocket mirror and reapplies her make-up. Once outside the restaurant, he presses the phone against his ear and answers, “This is Isaak.” The voice on the other end of the phone call causes the wrinkles around Isaak's eyes to crease in vexation. He squints and with his free hand rubs his forehead to soothe the building headache. “I'm on my way.” He finally says, ending the call and stuffing the phone into his suit. Isaak heads back into the restaurant and up to his driver. “Get the car for me please? I need to make an appearance.” He says. “Afterwards, you can drop the girl off at her place or your place, I don't give a poo poo.” Isaak smiles, wearing the mask to hide his true emotions. The driver chuckles. “Of course sir.” He says as he leaves out the front. One of Isaak's bodyguards hands him his coat and scarf, which he puts it on. Isaak then walks to his table and addresses the young woman. “I must be off. I do thank you for your company.” He nods to one of his men and the bodyguard escorts her out. As Isaak walks through the police station, he feels the angry eyes of countless police officers burning holes into the back of his head. It made him feel powerful. He effectively made the police's job twice as hard if they ever had any hope of charges sticking. Isaak made his way into interrogation and immediately made his presence known. “Hello Detectives. That will be enough thank you.” Isaak looks at Jameson and notices he has a mist of blood on his neck and cheek. “Hey there Sharky.” Jameson says. “Be quiet. Not another word until I get you alone with me.” Isaak says tersely. His anger is bubbling up inside, but nothing shows on his face. One of the detectives leans back in his chair and snarks. “I wouldn't even bother councilor. This is open and shut.” “Did I not make myself clear Detective?” The detective holds his hands up defensively. “Alright, alright. We'll be outside.” When the detectives leave the room Isaak turns on Jameson, his fury barely contained. “What the gently caress did you do this time Jameson?” “Relax Shark, no body, no crime.” “No body no-” Isaak puffs through his nostrils in agitation. “Jameson, I need to know everything you know, so that I'm fully prepared just in case you hosed up and poo poo hits the fan.” “Brother I'm telling you not to worry. I've been in this game for like thirty years. I know how to cover my poo poo up. Everything is already taken care of.” Isaak glares at Jameson, thinking of what to do next. Force Jameson to tell Isaak what he knows. Trust Jameson has everything under control. Mercedes fucked around with this message at 02:18 on Jul 15, 2013 |
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From what I read from the free sample available on Amazon, this story can only get better. As a reminder of what we can expect, we have been introduced to an old man with blue cat eyes, and this doesn't freak the main character out that much. Maybe it's also because the main character is too busy experiencing his roids kicking in while in a carnival. Yo, JosephWongKS, if you need help transcribing pages from the book, I'd be happy to do so. This story is a joy that I think needs everyone has to be able to see.
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# ? Mar 4, 2013 07:32 |
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Now, now, if the two were going up while going down, that would be a descent. By being a decent, or "respectable," up the rails, Woody is clearly just giving our protagonist here a suitable day's workout.
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# ? Mar 4, 2013 08:08 |
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Why does he keep mentioning that is a steel coaster? I don't think you could make a coaster out of say brass or iron these days. Breathlessly awaiting more of this fantastic book. The ups and downs are very frightening!
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evil_cheese posted:Why does he keep mentioning that is a steel coaster? I don't think you could make a coaster out of say brass or iron these days. Breathlessly awaiting more of this fantastic book. The ups and downs are very frightening! "Steel coaster" as opposed to "wooden coaster", apparently. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steel_roller_coaster posted:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wooden_roller_coaster posted:
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# ? Mar 5, 2013 08:46 |
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Please tell me there will be dramatic readings.
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# ? Mar 6, 2013 05:49 |
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Joseph, please stop. Your scaring me. You've got so much to live for!
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# ? Mar 6, 2013 06:29 |
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I believe Miranda Leek must have wrote some part of those Wikipedia articles detailing the nuances between wooden roller coasters and steel roller coasters, since she enjoys roller coasters more than enough to start assembling technical knowledge of them.
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# ? Mar 6, 2013 07:33 |
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Your avatar fits so well with this, JWKS. I will enjoy this for days to come.
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Chapter Three - Haunting Change, Haunting Secretquote:Woody leaned against the tunnel wall and sighed deeply. Here we see that although Woody may have avoided any physical ailments from his Schmid-Fraccaro syndrome other than the characteristic “cat’s eyes”, he has been afflicted by the mental retardation that often goes with the syndrome, which has apparently manifested in his “old middle-age” as a form of dissociative disorder that causes him to be under the impression that he is a carnival ride. In this one poignant scene, the author effectively illustrates that even a society that can come up with revolutionary technology like gravitational control is worthless if it does not provide adequate subsidized healthcare to all its members. quote:“Okay, if that is your real name then don’t I have some freaky name if I’m from were [sic] you are?” I said letting out a soft laugh. Befitting the sheltered nature of Rodney – a man with a self-proclaimed “odd attraction” to roller coasters, yet who has never went to a theme park prior to the events of this book, so one can imagine how infrequently he must have socialized or visited other public places – he lacks understanding and empathy for persons with mental disorders, and reacts offensively to any perceived eccentricity. Thus does the author put the reader, who has been invited to identify with this Everyman-protagonist, in the uncomfortable position of reflecting on the reader’s own casual cruelty towards the unfortunates of society. quote:“It’s a long story Railrunner, but I’ll try to make it as short as possible. There is a prophesy in our word [sic] were [sic] the red will defeat the black. An evil tyrant named Ironwheel is currently ruling our world. He kills for his own amusement; he has armies that take control of our kind. Once you came along our world was given new hope. Soon however, Ironwheel learned of your existence and sent his armies to kill you to prevent the prophesy from becoming true. My allies and I decided you would be safe in the real world.” Here the author again demonstrates that she has done her research, for burns (“hot as fire”), ventricular fibrillation (“veins rippled” due to cardiac arrhythmia) and loss of neurological control (“muscles bulged”) are indeed the symptoms of an electric shock, such as that which might be received from falling onto an unshielded railway track. Given the evidence of Miranda Leek’s left-wing political stance so far, this incident clearly represents the all-encompassing catastrophe that strikes the laborer class when they fall into the pit of unemployment without the “safety net” of social welfare. quote:“Your form has been activated.” And here we are presented with the stark dilemma of the modern post-industrial world – to accept the siren lure of a job at the cost of suffering the iniquities of a ravenous capitalist system which is “mad” with greed, envy and power, or to turn one’s back on such lunacy and risk starving as a result.
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# ? Mar 6, 2013 18:06 |
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Well, the author did a pretty good job at portraying the intense awkwardness of a middle-aged man revealing his fursona. Not sure if that was intentional. This book is a pretty good candidate for the delusional anime weirdos thread.
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# ? Mar 6, 2013 23:36 |
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Hey, kiddies! Here's a game you can play at home: see, one of the classic symptoms of amateur writing is the overuse of adverbs, particularly in dialogue. See if you can count just how many adverbs our dear author uses in each segment (and remember, adverbial participles count, too)!
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# ? Mar 7, 2013 01:37 |
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Who published this?
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# ? Mar 7, 2013 06:15 |
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Dreggon posted:
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http://www.authorhouse.com/ posted:
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# ? Mar 7, 2013 06:42 |
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Just goes to show you that first impressions aren't always correct; reading AuthorHouse's mission statements, it made me think that it was a grand and noble thing, that at least there are some places where one can publish in an author-friendly environment. Then I remembered Twisted! got published thanks to this philosophy. To hell with them; burn it all down.
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# ? Mar 7, 2013 11:42 |
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quote:Authors retain all rights, maintain editorial control and choose the exact selection of services that best suits their goals
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# ? Mar 7, 2013 16:24 |
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The picture of our sexy protagonist!
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# ? Mar 8, 2013 01:50 |
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EagerSleeper posted:
EagerSleeper, could you help me scan a picture of his roller-coaster form and post it after I post the Chapter 4 review? Thanks!
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# ? Mar 8, 2013 03:31 |
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Does he get with a lady rollercoaster? If so, how would that even work?
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# ? Mar 8, 2013 05:29 |
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Poorly, and with many spelling and grammar errors.
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# ? Mar 8, 2013 07:11 |
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i81icu812 posted:Please tell me there will be dramatic readings. Did someone say dramatic readings?
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JosephWongKS posted:EagerSleeper, could you help me scan a picture of his roller-coaster form and post it after I post the Chapter 4 review? Thanks! Sure I could get that, since I got those pictures from the available sample on Amazon. edit: I found a source of the pictures online for free. I'll PM you the pics. Mercedes posted:Did someone say dramatic readings? This is perfect. As I reading this myself, I found I was lacking a key characterization of Woody that I had been missing: That Woody is a crazy old man talking about his amusement parksonas in public. Your woody voice really does a good job at reflecting that. EagerSleeper fucked around with this message at 16:52 on Mar 8, 2013 |
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quote:Railrunner, Merrylegs and Static We are GOING places. Eagerly awaiting the misadventures of Rodney the were-coaster.
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EagerSleeper posted:
that looks like one of the illustrations from one of those child hood horror books that were all the rage in the mid 90s. This story is getting wierder and wierder. I honestly can't imagine why the author thought this was a good idea.
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# ? Mar 9, 2013 04:37 |
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I'm just stunned at how terrible that drawing is. The author pretty obviously traced over a photo for the face (and not very well, look at the weird eyes and nose) but there's something like 5 different vanishing points in the background. I'm not even going to touch the "Classifieds" tablet. Can't wait to see them depict a complex geometric object in 3d perspective!
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Chapter Four – Railrunner Unleashedquote:A few hours since I left the park, I was forcing myself not to believe what Woody had said. It was stupid and illogical This whole book is “stupid and illogical”. quote:, but what in the world happened to me as I fell onto the rails? Was his story true or was the raging pain a freak accident? “Raging pain” from being electrocuted is hardly a “freak accident”. quote:Whatever had occurred made me now realize that my co-worker was completely demented. Matthew 7:5. quote:I was now sitting in the local bar called Snooks with my two friends who used to work at the factory. Buddy and Sly, as they were called, played hearts and betted on money Isn’t “on money” already the default premise when one is “betting”? quote:while I drank a beer trying to forget the bizarre day. I too wish I could forget this book by drinking. quote:“Rodney, when did you get your tattoos and your eyebrows pierced?” Sly said as he layed [sic] a card onto the oak table. Chapter Four typo count – 1 quote:I looked at the dragon wrapped around my left arm and the tribal symbol on the other, then felt my piercing. Now we have to push Rodney’s mental age all the way back to two, since he apparently has yet to acquire an understanding of object permanence. quote:“Hmm, say how many beers have you had since we got here?” He laughed. So it was all that alcohol that’s reduced him to mental two-year old. quote:“Man, you,” said Sly, waving his finger at me, “Are possessed!” Who the hell leaps to demonic possession as the first explanation for high alcohol tolerance? quote:“So Rod, where did you get your job?” asked Sly. And where in the world are roller coasters and roller coaster-related jobs a widespread object of contempt? How do roller coasters “piss you off in more ways than one”? quote:I felt my head get hot. Suddenly I had the taste for blood. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to clear my mind. I found myself licking my lips and producing more saliva than normal. I glared at Sly and Buddy; I drew my hands into fists, as I was stricken with frustration. Anger does lead to increased saliva production, but I am unaware of any other work of fiction that focuses on that particular physiological response to wrath. Miranda Leek certainly has very eclectic priorities. quote:Then on that note both Buddy and Sly’s beer bottles shattered in their hands, glass piercing through their skin. They both screamed at spectators gathered around them. What did I do! Did I even do this? What’s wrong with me! Previously we had seen gravitational control in a theme park. Now even a common pub has teleportation devices installed that can instantaneously transport its customers and staff into a stadium. quote:Suddenly I didn’t feel too good. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I stood, only to stumble against the wall. Dude, it’s the beer. In the same sentence you admitted that you had “lied” when asked whether you had drank too much. quote:I went to the back of the bar where my car was parked and started to fiddle with my keys. My hands shook terribly, making me drop them to the pavement. Before I could pick them up, a cat ran from under my car and snatched the keys with his mouth. He then vanished into the darkness. I looked up thinking what next and saw the moon. Hang on to your seats – here it comes, the most hilarious transformation sequence in the history of literature. quote:Pain sliced trough [sic] my body. Chapter Four typo count - 2 quote:I felt hot as fire then cold as ice. I broke out in a tremendous sweat. My fingers singed. Pain raced down my back. My skin turned red as blood, my head throbbed. From Chapter Three – “My body was as hot as fire then as cold as ice. My veins rippled beneath my skin. My muscles bulged as my fingers singed. “ quote:I was getting bigger; thread-by-thread my clothes came apart. Those must be some god-drat exquisite clothes if they unravel “thread-by-thread” during a transformation sequence instead of just being ripped up and torn apart. quote:My jaw popped out of socket, then pushed forward with my nose, forming a long snout. What’s happening to me! My mind screamed. My back ripped through my shirt. Grind! Snap! Pop! The sound of cracking bones, my bones. My skin hardened. My fingers fused together, and then round tips formed at the end, making – wheels. “Grind! Snap! Pop! The sound of cracking bones, my bones.” quote:“It can’t be!” I said finally realizing. Woody was Thunderbark and his tall tale was true. Is it compression or stretching? Make up your mind! quote:I was changing into my ride form, as Thunderbark had said; I was changing into a roller coaster, a roller coaster called Railrunner, the real me. I felt my mind clearing, being over powered by some unknown force. I was losing control. Pain went through me in spasms. Then it all stopped. Isn’t “my mind clearing” the exact opposite of “being over powered” and “losing control”? Marvel at the glory of Railrunner! quote:Railrunner fell to the ground in exhaustion. Inhaling and exhaling heavily. Even though it is now a roller-coaster, for some reason it still has lungs and needs to breath. quote:The moon hung high overhead, and Railrunner was now running with it. He finally looked up; his fire tone amber eyes caught sight of it. I wish the illustration was in colour so we could see what the hell kind of colour “fire tone amber” is supposed to be. quote:Railrunner stood upright on his middle cars. Then he let out a bellowing roar unlike any other, loud and powerful. The cat came out of the shadows and stood some ways from Railrunner. Chapter Four typo count - 4 quote:The cat then let out a loud yowl and induced [sic] its claws. Railrunner then roared, and went strait [/sic] for the cat. Chapter Four typo count - 5 quote:Before the poor creature ever had a chance to get away, it fell victim to the demon coaster’s jaws. And this is how mighty Railrunner begins his terrible rampage – by brutally slaughtering a cat. quote:Blood seeped into Railrunner’s mouth, it tasted good, he realized, like nectar to a god. To Miranda Leek - Nectar “of” the gods is a thing. Nectar “to” a god is not a thing. quote:Out of control, Railrunner then turned and continued his savage raid. How does Railrunner creep “over the bar”? Has the roof somehow been demolished already? And in the first place, how does a twenty-ton behemoth “creep”? Did no-one notice its approach? Are were-roller-coasters renowned for heightened powers of stealth? quote:On the ground paramedics tended to the men with glass shards through their hands. Their red blood, that matched Railrunner’s metal hide, dripped onto the ground. Railrunner smiled wickedly, his bloody teeth glistening in the moonlight. Chapter Four typo count – 7 If the removal of just the windows (and not the entire wall) is sufficient to grant entry to a twenty-ton creature, those must be some friggin’ enormous windows indeed. quote:Railrunner then ransacked the pub’s interior to bits. The owner of the bar, Geoffrey Calloway, threw a beer bottle at Railrunner’s head; it smashed into a million pieces without the glass scratching Railrunner’s metal. Those must be some truly gargantuan beer bottles –befitting of the abovementioned enormous windows if they can generate a million pieces upon breaking. No wonder Mr Calloway (who no doubt plays a continuing role in the book – else why would he suddenly get both a first and a last name?) believed that his beer bottle could inflict damage on a were-roller-coaster. quote:He paused then turned and barred [sic] his fangs at the man. Even though the bar owner was very prominent in Rodney’s memory, he found that he could not even recollect his face. Fool, though the roller coaster. He reared back and out of his wheels grew three fifteen –inch stainless steel blades that were perfectly sharp. Railrunner racked [sic] his claws across the quartz counter, Chapter Four typo count - 9 quote:cutting through it deeply and sharpening them at the same time. If the claws are already “perfectly sharp”, how can they be further “sharpened”? quote:Fuming with rage, he went after the man. The staircase leading to the cellar is apparently also large enough to accommodate a roller-coaster. quote:Suddenly a smoke bomb fell to the floor, making the place vaporous, but Railrunner’s eyes could see through it. He discovered the flashing lights of squad cars. His eyes narrowed and he growled low in his throat. And so is the doorway. quote:“It’s a – roller coaster?” One of the police said baffled, the gun shaking in his hand. If paramedics and police could be summoned to the bar within what can be no more than 10 minutes of the initial incident, the bar must be situated within populated suburbia. Where then is this “darkness” that can conceal a twenty-ton were-roller-coaster?
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# ? Mar 10, 2013 05:52 |
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I'm so giddy. This book is awesome in it's awfulness!
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# ? Mar 10, 2013 08:51 |
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Credit goes to EagerSleeper for sending me the image of Rodney's were-roller-coaster form.
JosephWongKS fucked around with this message at 12:10 on Mar 10, 2013 |
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JosephWongKS posted:Credit goes to EagerSleeper for sending me the image of Rodney's were-roller-coaster form. It's loving terrible. It's using the wheels as feet and toes. There's also a disproportionately large car sitting behind it.
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