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Sure, I might as well try to bitterly claw my way upward. In.
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# ¿ Jan 1, 2014 02:00 |
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# ¿ Mar 19, 2024 09:51 |
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"Thunderdome 2014" he said, right before he lost his balance and attacked the keyboard with his face
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# ¿ Jan 3, 2014 02:43 |
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EDIT VVVV Do what he said, I forgot about that thread
girl dick energy fucked around with this message at 09:58 on Jan 7, 2014 |
# ¿ Jan 7, 2014 09:55 |
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Did someone really red-text you for saying you wanted offline play in Diablo 3? Regardless, I actually have an idea for this one, and I produced nothing last time. So, in.
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# ¿ Jan 7, 2014 11:30 |
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See, the problem is you're looking at it's like it's his, when it's actually he's. The toy's robotic arm. His robotic arm. Its robotic arm. All correct. He's robotic arm. It's robotic arm. Both incorrect. Make sense? girl dick energy fucked around with this message at 20:06 on Jan 7, 2014 |
# ¿ Jan 7, 2014 20:03 |
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magnificent7 posted:Your mom's got a pretty voice for a dude.
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# ¿ Jan 8, 2014 05:17 |
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Hahaha, drat. There goes my entire story, then. Time to go at it with a butcher's knife. What are we at, right now? How many submitted?
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# ¿ Jan 11, 2014 10:37 |
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The Saddest Rhino posted:You know what, I'm getting grumpier as time goes by so you get a nice big flash rule, for not being able to read. Escape Attempt 569 words "What's the damage?" Already, the clipboard was being shoved into my hand, and I flipped through it, taking in the necessary information. My throat went dry as I caught some of the lines on the page, reading the answer before I heard it. This wasn't going to be a pretty sight. "Heavy lacerations to the face and neck via barbed wire fence. Similar injuries exist on the hands and wrists, as well." The nurse, some pretty thing whose name I couldn't remember, replied with practiced precision and clarity. She lived this just as much as I had, and if anything shook her any more, she made no sign of it. "We believe he was dead for approximately five minutes before the paramedics were able to activate the stasis implant, so there's likely to be some brain damage from the oxygen deprivation as well." "Time left on his sentence?" I could see it right in front of me, but it didn't make any sense. Her answer, in so many words, confirmed it. This man had attempted to escape prison with only six months left before release. Now, I never could conceive of an outcome where an escape attempt had a positive ending, but even if there was one, to try with so little time left was completely inconceivable. "Any pre-existing conditions?" The nurse hesitated, and my stride broke. "...Necrotizing Fasciitis, Doctor," She finally replied. The words were grim and wretched, and they hung in the air for several moments after she spoke them. "Very advanced. Were it not for the implant, he would most likely have died some time in the summer of last year. You may wish to brace yourself before you go in." I thanked her for her concern, and waved her off. Now, I have been a doctor for over two centuries, I'm one of the best in my field, and I am proud of my accomplishments. I thought myself ready when I entered the patient's room, but even with all my experience, I have no shame admitting that I wretched when I saw him. If I hadn't skipped lunch that day, I might well have done more than that. "Hope I didn't scare ya, Doc." The patient laughed, a raspy, choked sound. Some of the flesh in his cheeks had rotted through, and I could see his jagged yellow teeth and blackened tongue. Phlegm, or perhaps some sort of pus, dribbled from the corner of his lip as he spoke, dripping onto his chest and staining the gown a diseased green. "Wouldn't wanna give you nightmares." "I appreciate that, but there's no need to worry. Let's talk about you instead, shall we?" Somehow, I managed to keep a professional tone in my voice as I spoke to him, despite the churning in my stomach. "It says in the paperwork here that due to the nature of your... condition, the judge has ruled not to extend your sentence. On the condition that you do not make any more escape attempts while you are receiving medical treatment." "Oh, I don't think you need to worry about that, Doc." Fixing me with his gaze, the patient gave that crooked, bloody grin again. He raised his hand and wiggled his fingers at me, while darkened, half-clotted blood seeped from the gashes on his wrists. They were vertical, self-inflicted. And then I finally understood. "Can't exactly escape from immortality, can we?"
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# ¿ Jan 11, 2014 11:34 |
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Martello posted:That's not the only part of him that's quite a mouthful I'm not sure what you're getting at here.
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# ¿ Jan 13, 2014 14:28 |
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Mercedes, if you're chomping at the bit to write, you up for that brawl rematch?
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# ¿ Jan 14, 2014 20:36 |
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Mercedes posted:Oh joy. A pity brawl. No, I'll pass for now. I'll brawl you when you have more entries than failures.
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# ¿ Jan 14, 2014 20:47 |
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In.
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# ¿ Jan 14, 2014 21:58 |
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Yeah, I got nothing. I'm a cowardly rear end in a top hat, withdrawing from this week's.
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# ¿ Jan 16, 2014 21:27 |
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I'm in with the 2000s, and a . And you know what? Flashrule me.
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# ¿ Jan 29, 2014 00:12 |
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Signing up for this was a terrible idea.
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# ¿ Jan 31, 2014 04:56 |
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[Set in the 2000's, and must include Daryoush Ayyoubi] Aching (385 words) Daryoush's eyes ached, and he rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers, trying to clear his head. All of him ached, but at least this was something he could handle, and it served as a momentary distraction from the task that was staring him down. The task, and the entirety of both teams, not the least of whom being the steely-eyed goalie standing across from him, whose unflinching stare threatened to bore right through him. Daryoush's eyes ached, and he pulled his gaze away, down to the ball sitting at his feet. It would be either a weapon of glory, or an instrument of catastrophe, all based solely on his next action. One ball, two men, three seconds on the clock, and fourty thousand fans watching this moment from the stands. Only God could say how many more would see the broadcast, see him illuminated by the floodlights that bathed the field in an artificial day. Daryoush's eyes ached, but his soul ached more, not for fear but for yearning. He would not back down. Time, which had seemed to bear down on him only a moment before, slowed to a crawl, the seconds he had becoming the hours he needed. Daryoush knew this man, knew how he blocked, and knew there was only way to proceed. Daryoush's eyes ached. So he closed them. He shut out the world, until it was just himself, his goal, and a single man standing between them. As he pulled his leg back, he could feel judgment. He could feel the fear and the expectation and the biting, clawing knowledge that if he failed, no one would ever let him forget it. And as he swung his kick forward, he could hear their screams. 'Don't fail, Daryoush Ayyoubi,' They said, in every language without uttering a single word, 'Don't you dare fail.' Daryoush's retort was the roar of cheering fans as the the ball connected with the net. Daryoush's eyes ached. He had been sweating so hard for so long that there was barely any water left in his body for the tears of triumphant joy his heart was demanding. There was still a fight ahead of them, the kick had only tied the game, but for Daryoush, win or lose, this night was his triumph.
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# ¿ Feb 2, 2014 00:16 |
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Don't give up, DoR! I got in my horseshit story, you can, too!
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# ¿ Feb 3, 2014 05:21 |
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You did it!
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# ¿ Feb 3, 2014 06:09 |
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I didn't lose with my horrific story! In, with Gold!
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# ¿ Feb 4, 2014 04:42 |
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sebmojo posted:Hello.
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# ¿ Feb 4, 2014 23:41 |
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sebmojo posted:An old boxer, with a broken right hand. Must not be depressing or dull.
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# ¿ Feb 4, 2014 23:46 |
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I'm a basic baby bitch and I need to drop. Again. Someone, do better with my element of Gold than I would have.
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# ¿ Feb 7, 2014 19:32 |
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In. I keep backing out every time I don't do this, so ! And if you're up for it, GoD, can I have a flashrule?
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# ¿ Feb 11, 2014 19:55 |
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God Over Djinn posted:Flash rule: In your story, someone gets something they don't deserve.
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# ¿ Feb 11, 2014 20:09 |
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God Over Djinn posted:Will a Toxx clause be enough to make Leper Colon stop talking quote:and write a god drat story?
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# ¿ Feb 15, 2014 07:01 |
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Someone I Didn't Deserve (333 words) Our story wasn't really anything special, on the surface. A couple of lonely college-age kids who met on the internet, and found something in each other they couldn't find in themselves. Our relationship moved fast, and by the time we'd been dating six month, we were living together. He went to school, I worked a lovely fast food job, we bitched about our lazy housemate who never, ever did her own loving dishes. Nothing revolutionary, but we were comfortable and happy. For about a year. I can make all the excuses I want about what happened next. My fear of commitment, frustration at my working circumstances, a manic episode. None of them change the fact of the matter; when a chance to run off with an old flame came up, I jumped at it. Fumbling in a mess of guilt for something I hadn't even done yet, I cobbled together a plan. It fell apart before its wheels even touched the ground, and I was left standing in the wreckage, but I wasn't the one who was hurt. Everyone who knew what happened told him the same thing. Give me the 'freedom' that I'd wanted so badly, and the boot. Our housemates didn't know the full story, thankfully, or I would have gotten a lot more than just verbal lashings. They knew what was coming, though, and I prepared whatever reserves I could, to stay afloat once he kicked me out. But he didn't. One of the things about him I'd always admired is the sheer size and resiliency of his heart, but I could never have imagined that, after what I'd do, he'd forgive me. It was a process, of course. A long, slow, delicate process that I nearly fumbled on more than one occasion. But he held on, held on to what we had before, and what he hoped we could have again. His name is Benjamin Silver, and I didn't deserve him, but he stayed anyways.
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# ¿ Feb 16, 2014 09:21 |
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Go Home, Hemingway, You're Drunk - 3 words For sale: Baby.
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# ¿ Feb 25, 2014 05:53 |
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I am a basic bitch who backs out half the time so throw a on me. In.
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# ¿ Feb 25, 2014 15:56 |
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Quidnose posted:I am a terrible person and have written nothing. #bailtown. Shame me.
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# ¿ Mar 3, 2014 05:36 |
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My story was Unicorn Hunt, and it turns out I failed spectacularly at drawing the parallel between "everything's magic when you're a child" and "everything was magic back when there were still mysteries about the world". If I could get a longer crit, specifically focused on precisely how I hosed that up, that'd be great. This is at least the second time I've been really proud of a work and the point it makes, and had it actually be bad enough to nearly be worth a DM. girl dick energy fucked around with this message at 00:31 on Mar 4, 2014 |
# ¿ Mar 4, 2014 00:19 |
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"Yeah, sure, whatever," Colon V yawned, waving his hand dismissively, "I'm in."
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# ¿ Mar 4, 2014 03:58 |
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Jagermonster posted:"In," Jager monstered. Flash rule me as well, I can't not take this challenge.
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# ¿ Mar 4, 2014 16:12 |
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I asked for one, too. Unicorn Hunt, specifically how I could have better drawn the parallels about the magic of the unknown, between childhood and the past.
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# ¿ Mar 4, 2014 18:00 |
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The Saddest Rhino posted:But none of you, save one, made me a liar, when I told people in another thread that you were putting in a conscious effort to improve your writing.
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# ¿ Mar 5, 2014 14:03 |
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# ¿ Mar 19, 2024 09:51 |
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"...gently caress." Colon V cursed, "I've gotta drop again. Call me a basic baby bitch."
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# ¿ Mar 7, 2014 01:00 |