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The squad car of Officers Donnelly and Harrison was unusually quiet that evening. On a normal day, the two partners would be swapping sports scores, theorizing about the weather, and gossiping about the other cops at their station. Donnelly would be complaining about his ex-wife and bragging about his children's accomplishments, and Harrison would be describing the latest trouble his two-year-old twins had gotten themselves into. But normal days don't happen after four officers die in the line of duty. Normal days don't occur while entire SWAT teams share a room at the hospital. Instead, the two policemen were too caught within their own thoughts to make conversation. Each was thinking about what he might say or do at the mass funeral coming up. Each was wondering what he might have to tell his partner's loved ones if the worst happened. Mostly, however, each was considering what to do if the man they were following turned back into the monster that demolished so much of Mystic Park the night before. Donnelly and Harrison were in one of three cars ordered to follow Rodney. The three coordinated their movements to keep the suspect in constant view without appearing too suspicious, using a police frequency cleared for the purpose. Their job was made more difficult when, after leaving his apartment, Rodney decided to go for a jog that headed downtown, but so far as they could tell, their target had not grown suspicious. As evening fell, Rodney was still far from his home but appeared to be in no hurry to return. Instead, he began to veer off the main roads and down alleys and side streets, his motivation a mystery to the officers following him. Although the three cars did their best to cover all possible exits from every alley Rodney entered, there came a time--only minutes from sunset--when he simply did not emerge. "We need eyes on the suspect," the dispatcher responded when the cops explained the situation. "Can one of you reach a rooftop?" "This is Jensen in Car 107. I've got some binoculars and one of the buildings here is a hotel. Give me a few and I'll find a good spot for you." "Make it quick, Adam," the dispatcher replied. Tense minutes passed as Donnelly and Harrison sat in their car, eyes peeled for any glimpse of Rodney in the darkening alley. They nearly jumped when Jensen came back on the line. "I'm in place. Looks like our man interrupted a gentlemen's dice game just off a rear parking lot. Looks to be a half dozen of them down there. Hard to tell with how dark it's getting." "Copy that." "So who do we root for here? The back alley scum or the evil roller coaster monster?" Donnelly asked, a slight grin playing across his face. Harrison responded with a glare. Donnelly dropped his smile, shifted in his seat, and checked his pistol. "Looks like they're arguing about something. I can hear shouting, but no words...I think the gentlemen are pulling out weapons now, I can't make out what--oh poo poo! He's turning! He's turning!" "Get out of there, Adam! Reinforcements will be incoming!" the dispatcher nearly screamed. Donnelly's heart pounded as a metallic screech came from the alley's entrance, followed by several gunshots and all-too-human screams of pain. His hand shaking, he picked up the receiver. "Officer Donnelly here. P-permission to draw the roller coaster out, dispatch?" "Negative! It's too dangerous. Wait for reinforcements, Rob." Donnelly's mind went back to the night before. He had been standing on the cordon then, and had watched as better armed and armored men went past him into Mystic Park, leaving behind only screams and gunfire that were much too similar to the sounds coming from the alleyway now. He turned to his partner. "gently caress it," Harrison said, pulling out his sidearm and flipping the safety off. Donnelly would never call himself brave or heroic for what he did next. He preferred to think of himself as a coward of a different sort: one who could not listen to the cries of the damned and sit back, listening. Not again. Not ever again. He flicked on the police car's low-profile lights, pulsed the siren twice, and slowly drove the car down the street. Everything had become eerily quiet in the time it took Donnelly to make his decision. Creeping towards the parking lot, the two officers could not see anything that moved, although the twisting shadows cast by the flashing police lights kept them both on the very edge of their nerves. "I think that's...what's left of one of the gamblers," Harrison observed, pointing to a dark lump slumped under an even darker stain on the side of a building. "There's another...and two more..." "It's like a loving war zone," Donnelly whispered. "But no giant red roller coaster. Where the gently caress did it go?" Donnelly's heart skipped a beat as he realized. "It's waiting for us." With a giant crash, the car's roof nearly caved in as something heavy landed on it, bucking the vehicle off its front tires. "Drive! Drive! Drive!" Harrison shouted as Donnelly dropped the gas pedal to the floor, leaving two heavy skid marks as the car leaped forward and sent the massive roller coaster train spinning to the ground. Donnelly sent the car skidding into a right turn as it flew out of the alley, only remembering to turn on the siren after he ran the second red light. The creature was right on their tail, its impressive array of wheels keeping it steady even as it wove back and forth across the street, an ecstatic, unthinking grin on its parody of a face. "Where are we going?" Harrison yelled. "We need to get it out of the city! Keep its attention so it'll follow us!" Donnelly shouted back. Harrison smashed what was left of the passenger side window with the butt of his gun, then leaned out to take a few shots at their pursuer. Once the magazine ran out, he dropped back into the cabin and noticed the scanner going crazy. Grabbing the receiver with one hand, he did his best to reload with the other. "Harrison here! It's on our tail!" "We know, Jim! Where are you going?!" "Rob, where are we going?" Harrison repeated. "Jefferson," Donnelly answered, honking his horn at a van that refused to pull to the side. "Once we get there, we can tear straight out of the city without using the highways." "Clear Jefferson Street from here to the suburbs," Harrison spoke into the radio. "We're getting this shitter away from anyone it could hurt." "Copy that, clear all of Jefferson Street of traffic to lure the roller coaster out of the city." Aggressive driving was a standard part of police training, but Donnelly had considered it a mostly useless skill. Perhaps the highway patrol could get some regular use out of it, but as a city cop Donnelly knew that the majority of "high speed" urban car chases happened in movies and video games, not in real life. For the most part, those who fled from the police did so on foot or else obeyed traffic laws, and those who didn't wrecked their vehicles inside of a minute. Still, the training itself was fun and Donnelly found himself thanking every minute he spent on the practice course as he sped through intersections, wove through oncoming traffic, and took sharp turns without fishtailing out of control. All the while Railrunner chased after them, sometimes coming nearer, sometimes drifting farther, flowing across the street and banking off of cars and buildings as though it was traveling along the longest coaster track in the world, and always bearing a hungry, empty smile on its face. At last, as the hunted patrol car neared the edge of the city, the effort of the other officers paid off and Jefferson Street became clear of obstacles, giving Donnelly the space to push his vehicle to its limits. Harrison, however, watched in horror as the roller coaster train, evidently growing bored with the lack of turns and cars to run into, easily caught up to its prey and began to playfully collide with it, the car's overheated tires slipping for heart-stopping seconds with each jolt. Harrison did his best to fend it off, but his bullets did no better than his comrades' had the night before, and even after switching to his partner's weapon he eventually ran out. The panic and adrenaline which had pushed Donnelly forward through the inner city streets drained, quite suddenly, as he came to realize that he was going to die and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Recovering from another skid, he looked over at a sign that flashed past. "Do you know where we're headed?" he asked. "Where's that?" Harrison responded, staring at his empty and useless firearm. "Mystic Park." The two policemen spared a glance at each other, then began to laugh hysterically, uncontrollably. Their laugh was cut short as their pursuer let out a deafening scream, the sound of a thousand worn-out trucks braking at once. Donnelly let go of the wheel to cover his ears and the car spun out, flipping sideways and rolling into the ditch. Thankfully, the squad car's safety measures kept it from becoming a steel coffin, although Donnelly could feel an uncomfortable pressure on his legs as he struggled past the deflating air bags. Peering out the ruin where the windshield once sat, he watched as a pair of helicopters shot past, followed close behind by a fleet of police vehicles, every siren together wailing a discordant symphony. Donnelly hoped the ambulances wouldn't be too far behind them. (Rereading chapter 11 I noticed that Railrunner managed to go from 20,000 lbs (10 tons) to 8.5 tons. Must be on one hell of a diet.)
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What's a few tons, here or there?
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Bobbin Threadbare posted:"This is Jensen in Car 107. I've got some binoculars and one of the buildings here is a hotel. Give me a few and I'll find a good spot for you." I never asked for this to become a Deus Ex crossover, but it works pretty well.
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Holy poo poo Bobbin, that was your best one yet
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JosephWongKS posted:“Every so often, usually about three weeks after you gain control, a coaster will sometimes experience some sudden spells where they lose control again. This could go on for about one week.” A red roller coaster that lets loose once every 3 weeks for about a week? You don't say.
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It's spreading. ![]() Woden posted:And it looks like my mutant can't use this feature which could have given me more body slots which I can't get as a mutant. Weak.
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Bobbin, don't stop. Never stop. You're the one who makes this thread tolerable with your awesome ~*~Fanfiction~*~
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Iced Cocoa posted:Bobbin, don't stop. Never stop. You're the one who makes this thread tolerable with your awesome ~*~Fanfiction~*~ Eventually we're going to reach the point where Railrunner inflicts a minor injury on Detective Black, who then retires on a full pension to spend time with his grand-children. Will Bobbin continue the story from Railrunner's POV? Can even a writer as skilled as Bobbin take Railrunner and turn him into a
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JosephWongKS posted:Eventually we're going to reach the point where Railrunner inflicts a minor injury on Detective Black, who then retires on a full pension to spend time with his grand-children. Will Bobbin continue the story from Railrunner's POV? Can even a writer as skilled as Bobbin take Railrunner and turn him into a He can always continue the saga with Special Agent Captain. Especially given that we haven't seen the last of him. And since you neglected to show the image at chapter 25, allow me. ![]() A roller coaster who is totally not Railrunner at all. Find the differences!
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Iced Cocoa posted:He can always continue the saga with Special Agent Captain. Especially given that we haven't seen the last of him. This is really Euclidean.
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Iced Cocoa posted:And since you neglected to show the image at chapter 25, allow me. "I just HAVE to show the entire length of his body! But how???"
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Another lovely detail in the giant mural I call " How bullshit roller coasters as beasts are": Rollercoasters are predatory creatures with severe advantages over any other species to the point where they are literally the superior race, but since they are only born through the decommission or destruction of roller coasters in the real world (cept for that one red rollercoaster), their survival is ultimately entirely dependant on the humans. That's probably the only reason as to why roller coasters haven't usurped, hunted for their personal enjoyment and enslaved all of mankind. Nice job killing off these people, Railrunner! I'm sure people are just mad about roller coasters right now! Way to ensure the future of your people! ![]() Fake edit: If a ride gets put out of commission, only to be picked back up a few years later, does the Amusement Park Between equivalent disappear?
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horriblePencilist posted:Another lovely detail in the giant mural I call " How bullshit roller coasters as beasts are": It comes up much later in the book so I figure I can spoil it now. The thing is that apparently they can 'sense' when they're being permanently put in storage. So even for a few years inactivity, as long as it is going to be used again it will remain inert the whole time. However I don't know what happens when a ride is put in permanent storage, then later on gets destroyed. Nor do I know what happens when a ride is drastically altered, for instance the Test Track becoming the Cars Land Ride or whatever those two were called.
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Iced Cocoa posted:However I don't know what happens when a ride is put in permanent storage, then later on gets destroyed. Nor do I know what happens when a ride is drastically altered, for instance the Test Track becoming the Cars Land Ride or whatever those two were called. Test Track in Walt Disney World was altered pretty significantly but not into a Cars ride (though the Cars ride Radiator Spring Racers in Disneyland uses a similar ride system). Of course, now I'm wondering if the original World of Motion ride is in Amusement Park Between? Or do Disney rides get their own magical land or something?
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Shouldn't every ride be a Fallen One? I mean, sure, rides get closed, but they're not going to stay that way forever. Eventually, they either get picked back up or get dismantled. Also, how do new rides appear? Do they suddenly exist? Do they magically spawn at some magical place? Do they fall through a portal?
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horriblePencilist posted:Shouldn't every ride be a Fallen One? I mean, sure, rides get closed, but they're not going to stay that way forever. Eventually, they either get picked back up or get dismantled. There is a difference between being dismantled in an orderly manner and being treated so badly that it is trashed. Kind of like dying of old age in a hospital and dying in a painful, violent way, I guess.
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Is... is that roller coaster wearing fishnets? Is this a drawing of the interior of a roller coaster burlesque house?
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![]() Also, there's a tiny roller coaster train to the right of the wine glass. ![]()
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Why is this roller coaster wearing a bikini? Where do the wheels go whenever they're making a fist? Why does every loving roller coaster have a tattoo? How does every loving roller coaster have a tattoo? How do roller coasters get piercings? Why the gently caress does every roller coaster have to look supersmug? Why do roller coaster have abs only on the second cart? Why is that watermark so goddamn loving ugly? Miranda, shut down everything. Jeek posted:There is a difference between being dismantled in an orderly manner and being treated so badly that it is trashed. Kind of like dying of old age in a hospital and dying in a painful, violent way, I guess. How many rides actually get destroyed? I can imagine some no-good punks busting some attraction up a bit, but not to a point beyond repair.
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Maybe coasters that are destroyed by natural causes (i.e. tornadoes, hurricanes, floods) or abandoned count as "vandalized" for the purposes of making crazies? I'm thinking about abandoned amusement park photos here.
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TombsGrave posted:Maybe coasters that are destroyed by natural causes (i.e. tornadoes, hurricanes, floods) or abandoned count as "vandalized" for the purposes of making crazies? I'm thinking about abandoned amusement park photos here. The villain's chief lieutenant has been described as somehow being made of a Frankensteinian blend of steel and wooden roller coaster parts (even though I'm pretty sure that's more impossible than it is illegal) and was then tortured just for the hell of it. I'm fairly sure the real-world fate of roller coasters has little to do with this distinction.
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I made my own original character for this novel! His name is "Jolly" Jacktrack and he's a pirate who travels the world helping the innocent! He got his face slashed by a roller coaster with long silver hair and a 10-foot katana, but luckily he got it replaced with cybernetic computer parts, making him a cyberpirate! Type 6 motherfucker! He has an aquariam on his ship and a loyal crew who bravely follow him into battle. He is the best fighter in the world, previously being Thunderbark's mentor an has the ability to bend water, thunder, fire, metal, wind and various vegetables (you laugh now but wait till you see the things he can do with a carrot). He is an expert swordsman and he has gotten even stronger thanks to his cyber upgrades and his training to defeat the silver-haired ![]() HE IS AN OC ANTHRO CHARACTER DO NOT STEAL YOU CUNTFUCKS! Seraphic Neoman fucked around with this message at 06:15 on May 13, 2013 |
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Chapter 27 - Daring Movequote:
A world with “technology that is far more advanced than any humans” uses quills and parchment – not even pen and paper, but quills and parchment – for written communication. quote:
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A world with “technology that is far more advanced than any humans” does not appear to have invented “water-bottles”. quote:
“A place from the most imaginative mind” has the exact same system of time-keeping as the “real world”. quote:
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He really is the most terribly irresponsible “hero”. quote:
Or maybe police forces in the “real world” don’t forget about mass murderers after merely three weeks of inactivity by said mass murderer. quote:
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Why do Railrunner’s clothes shrink when he transforms from roller-coaster to human, but fail to expand when he transforms from human to roller-coaster? quote:
Railrunner continues to be absolutely the worst – the worst – liar. quote:
Not only is Railrunner a terrible liar, he is also awful at feigning interest in the lives of people who are allegedly his “friends”. quote:
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I wouldn’t call it “obsessed” or “madness” to continue a hunt for a dangerous criminal with as long as list of damage as Railrunner’s. quote:
First of all, your theory is loving stupid. Second of all, yes they are “out to get you”, but you are decidedly not the victim in this case. There are so many established techniques for creating an outcast who is misunderstood, framed, had a terrible childhood, or otherwise forced into atrocities due to circumstances. Miranda Leek used none of them, wrote a character that eagerly commits carnage and slaughter and revels in vicious murder, and yet expects the readers to sympathise with said character. quote:
I guess another constant about Miranda Leek’s writing is that the human characters (other than Clare) are universally more likable than the amusement park ride characters. Here we have, for example, Sly displaying a level of concern for his friend that neither Railrunner nor anyone in his murderous posse have displayed. quote:
And it had not occurred to Sly that this may have been a teensy incongruent with Rodney having been away for a business trip. Okay, so the human characters may be nicer than the amusement park ride characters, but everyone (other than the police officers) is pretty stupid. quote:
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Railrunner has just been informed by Sly that “The FBI, police, and even the army have interviewed” Clare and that “they are on high alert”. Isn’t it reasonable to consider that the house would be under observation by said FBI, police and army? Why did he go straight to Clare’s house instead of calling her or examining the surrounding area first? Why is Railrunner so consistently stupid in every possible way? quote:
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“Too fearful”, implying that you can be “too fearful” of someone who periodically loses control and goes into murder-frenzies and has the ability to execute said murder-frenzies. quote:
She totally does have something to worry about, because you tried to murder her during your second murder-frenzy. quote:
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Did… Did Miranda Leek just break the fourth wall and admit that she’s been deus ex machina-ing away every problem and obstacle faced by her Mary Sue of a protagonist? JosephWongKS fucked around with this message at 08:35 on May 13, 2013 |
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^^ If you perhaps noticed, his metal-bending is now powerful enough to stop tank shells and turn them around to the tank that fired them.SSNeoman posted:I made my own original character for this novel! His name is "Jolly" Jacktrack and he's a pirate who travels the world helping the innocent! He got his face slashed by a roller coaster with long silver hair and a 10-foot katana, but luckily he got it replaced with cybernetic computer parts, making him a cyberpirate! Type 6 motherfucker! He has an aquariam on his ship and a loyal crew who bravely follow him into battle. He is the best fighter in the world, previously being Thunderbark's mentor an has the ability to bend water, thunder, fire, metal, wind and various vegetables (you laugh now but wait till you see the things he can do with a carrot). He is an expert swordsman and he has gotten even stronger thanks to his cyber upgrades and his training to defeat the silver-haired Miranda got you beat: ![]() quote:At first glance, Prototype would appear just like the average Twisted roller coaster - until he turns around that is. One side of his body is perfectly normal but the other is composed of gears and thousands of moving parts, all visible to the eye. Indeed, Prototype was not always that way, which means you're in for a tragic tale. Prototype once lived by a different name, Flametrain, and had perfectly normal life in Hudong, running his own delivery business, and in love with his soon to be wife. When Ironwheel seized Amusement Park Between, Prototype was captured by the evil king and was forced to work as a slave. For many months he was tortured by the king and his top general, Freakshow, sometimes so brutal that he couldn't walk for days after the beating occurred. Starved, wounded, clinging to life, Flametrain wasn't sure how it could be worse, but he soon suffered just that. Ironwheel came up with a plan. He would force his slaves to fight for his armies, force them to kill their own kind. Flametrain refused and he was ordered to be burned and slaughtered by Freakshow. The act rid his of much of his flesh, his eye, arm, several organs, and his vocal cords, plus damaging many tissues . Somehow, Flametrain escaped only to be found more dead than alive by a few stragglers passing through the land. They took him to Timberwolf, the finest doctor in all of Between. As the old doctor saw Flametrain, he was surprised to see him still breathing. The only option in saving him was a new medical procedure, replacing everything with mechanical limbs and organs that were linked directly to his brain. It had never been tried before on any ride, so the risks were high. After days and nights of surgery with no breaks, the work was finished and the coaster was in stable condition. After a month in a coma, he awoke for the first time, unable to remember his name. Timberwolf called him Prototype as a replacement. At first, he was happy that he was alive, but soon saw the huge price that he had to pay to even be alive. Prototype lost many of his capabilities, all of his powers, his ability to some of the other stuff that was a roller coaster's pastime, even the ability to speak. All on top of all that a device that would never be missed. After he fully healed, Prototype set off alone to rebuild his life, but his wish to have his old life back would not be granted. He was constantly stared at, refused by many employers because of his looks and disabilities, and when Prototype tried to patch things up with his love - she rejected him. Prototype was a freak, alone in the world with nowhere to turn until there was a spark of hope. He met a group of rare Halfcoasters (roller coasters that come to Amusement Park Between as a mix of another animal or machine. The trait comes from being themed to be something that looks anything remotely near a roller coaster in the real world) Prototype learns that the Halfcoasters share some of the same disabilities. They lack all of the powers that a coaster has, even their size for they are much smaller. They welcomed the young coaster who gladly accepted to join them. Years go by, and Prototype is still shunned by many of Amusement Park Between's residents and is truly at home with the nomadic Halfcoasters. One day, unexpectedly, the Halfcoasters stumble on Railrunner and his traveling allies. Prototype is spooked by the king's presence, fearful that he will be judged by even the most powerful being (or rather individual) in all of Amusement Park Between. However, to his surprise, Railrunner finds him to be a great friend and that they have a lot in common with each other, including tragic stories. Soon after, Prototype and the Halfcoasters embark on the king's journey to defeat Darkrail. In the meantime, Prototype and Railrunner spend plenty of time sharing stories and performing many tasks. In the end, Prototype does get his wish, just in the way he never expected.
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Has she drawn a single roller-coaster that didn't have an obnoxious smug expression?
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JosephWongKS posted:Why would you put the fridge in the garage? Oh, and you missed a typo. quote:I hesitantly grabbed it off the self. I'd calculate how much force is needed to invert the path of a mortar slug fired from a tank, but keep in mind Railrunner can only control grains of metal, so it's impossible right away. But why doesn't the police just destroy the portal? Sure, there might be more portals around, but for all the humans know is that Railrunner uses this and only this particular portal.
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^^ They don't know there is a portal. Railrunner killed or rendered unconscious all witnesses in the last shootout.JosephWongKS posted:Has she drawn a single roller-coaster that didn't have an obnoxious smug expression? ![]() quote:From Vertigo part 4. Done in pencil 2011 Miranda, The Mummy is my favorite goofy movie, do not tarnish it like this. ![]() As per Miranda's "Will rarely if anything not illustrate villains" tradition, this is the only image available of Veinstreak, and there is another illustration of Darkrail where he's part of a promo illustration of Vertigo.
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Iced Cocoa posted:
Then why does she have so many illustrations of Railrunner and Thunderbark?
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![]() I tried. Edit: I just realized Miranda sicks her following on her dA-group at anyone who dares to oppose her. Classy. horriblePencilist fucked around with this message at 09:57 on May 13, 2013 |
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quote:Captain Vick stood outside the warehouse, nervously. As he waited to make the signal, he expected for the worst to happen. He knew he wa [sic] dealing with the most powerful supernatural creature that he could ever believe. He signaled his men to aim their guns at the warehouse. Does the US Paranatural Department have both a Captain Vick and a Captain Vicks? That's just confusing. I bet those two get each other's emails all the time. quote:Edit: I just realized Miranda sicks her following on her dA-group at anyone who dares to oppose her. Classy. That's surprising, because if there was one thing I would have expected from the creator of Mary Sue murdercoasters it would have been class.
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horriblePencilist posted:
Still a whole lot better than what Miranda doles out. Though I've not seen any references to Miranda sicc'ing her fanatics onto anyone who objects to her fetish. Got any links of any "orders" or any fans overwhelming the comments of the opponents?
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quote:"He knows you are from another world.” quote:A searing inferno completely wiped out the first row of helpless men.
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I was talking with someone about hoe she likes to steal powers from everything when they become convenient to the plot, and my friend made a pretty good point. At least he isn't an alchemist too. There was that glorious period of time right after FMA got localized where everyone and their mom tried to bring their dead mom back to life and can now perform alchemy without spending 45 minutes drawing a chalk pentagram. Of course now that I said this I have a feeling I know how Railrunner will solve his next life ending problem, hopefully in the very same sentence that introduced it.
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Iced Cocoa posted:Still a whole lot better than what Miranda doles out. There's this Journal entry on #BizzareAnthros – her group – that she wrote. Coincidentally, she ranted about the very same forum topic in this entry in her personal dA Journal. I'm sure there's more of this in the 6 pages of Journals on her group. Oh, and here's an actually usable smugcoast similie. ![]() ![]() ![]()
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quote:I was getting nearer to the portal, I could feel it. It would only be a matter of time then. One good thing on my timing was that I would arrive in the real world by early morning, and I would be human. The downside was that I had to leave before nightfall, or else everyone would witness what I truly am. I thought his Necklace of MacGuffin meant he can transform when and however he wants to now?
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I'm assuming he'll still transform every night, the moon overrides the necklace.
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Or, more likely, Miranda has given Railrunner so much power she has forgotten some of those powers he has already.
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Bobbin Threadbare posted:I thought his Necklace of MacGuffin meant he can transform when and however he wants to now? He could probably do that already.
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