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[cannedcream]

solazz wrote...

cannedcream wrote...
<_<

*shoots other foot*

Your bullets cut deep, CC.

*shoots third foot*

Wait. . .that one was mine.

[NuclearBuddha]

???

[Lividity Jones]

Azint wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

I'm touched, really.

In the head? That would explain a lot.

My mother went to see Slayer when she was six months pregnant with yours truly.

The roof fell down on top of her.

I'm pretty sure that explains everything.

[NCLanceman]

Azint wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

I'm touched, really.

In the head? That would explain a lot.

Don't you ever change, Azint.

[thesuperdarkone]

anyone else hate toegoff:

http://www.youtube.com/user/Toegoff



I hate this guy

[nickFury]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

nickFury wrote...
it is stricty reserved for my enemies and those of mankind, and Tali of course. Aside from that Im kind of a romantic

I will maintain that Noir Tali was romantic.  A story of how a life of utter despair can be redeemed in a single instant.

Definately

[Azint]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

*Lovecraft*

???

If you stay up late, I may have something to show you.

[RiptideX1090]

Azint wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

I'm touched, really.

In the head? That would explain a lot.

I'm touched.

In the bed.

Also explains a lot...

Tali loves all around.

[NuclearBuddha]

Lividity Jones wrote...
My mother went to see Slayer when she was six months pregnant with yours truly.

The roof fell down on top of her.

I'm pretty sure that explains everything.

That's pretty f-ing metal.

[RedTracer7]

 Any of my fellow writer's here want to read this, and tell me if it reads... correctly?:

Rounding the final corner gave Tali her a clear line of sight to where Shepard knelt, almost mimicking the position she had just left. As she moved towards him silently, she noticed his shoulders heaving up and down, a sign of great euphoria... or great pain. Her quarian sensibilties kicking in, she guessed the later. Finally nearing him,
she saw Shepard clutched a red flower in his hands. “Oh no...” Tali murmered, breaking into a run. Great pain it was.

Something just seems off.  The flow?  Or maybe I'm just paranoid.

[Lividity Jones]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

-Goddamnthatguywas****ingcreepysnip-

???

Strap yourselves in, gents!

[Azint]

Lividity Jones wrote...

My mother went to see Slayer when she was six months pregnant with yours truly.

The roof fell down on top of her.

I'm pretty sure that explains everything.

Now I'm the one shamed.

[NuclearBuddha]

Azint wrote...
If you stay up late, I may have something to show you.

Will it be unspeakable?

[cannedcream]

Azint wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

I'm touched, really.

In the head? That would explain a lot.

*breaths deep*
Oh how I missed that biting sarcasm.

[Azint]

RiptideX1090 wrote...

I'm touched.

In the bed.

Also explains a lot...

Tali loves all around.

By your own hands? It really does explain a lot.

[Lividity Jones]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...
My mother went to see Slayer when she was six months pregnant with yours truly.

The roof fell down on top of her.

I'm pretty sure that explains everything.

That's pretty f-ing metal.

That's what I said when she told me.

[Azint]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

Azint wrote...
If you stay up late, I may have something to show you.

Will it be unspeakable?

There are no words.

[Azint]

NCLanceman wrote...

Azint wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

I'm touched, really.

In the head? That would explain a lot.

Don't you ever change, Azint.

[nickFury]

well got to get up earlyso night gents.



Keelah Se'lai

[NuclearBuddha]

RedTracer7 wrote...

 Any of my fellow writer's here want to read this, and tell me if it reads... correctly?:

Rounding the final corner gave Tali her a clear line of sight to where Shepard knelt, almost mimicking the position she had just left. As she moved towards him silently, she noticed his shoulders heaving up and down, a sign of great perhaps in euphoria... or great pain. Her quarian sensibilties kicking in, she guessed the later. Finally nearing him, she saw Shepard clutched a red flower in his hands.

“Oh no...” Tali murmered, breaking into a run. Great pain it was.

Something just seems off.  The flow?  Or maybe I'm just paranoid.

You need to describe how Shep is holding his hands better, maybe?  His chest?  His stomach?  Where is this red flower?

Modifié par NuclearBuddha, 01 juillet 2010 - 05:37 .

[cannedcream]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

*HP*

???

Oh yeah. There's the good stuff.

[Azint]

RedTracer7 wrote...

 Any of my fellow writer's here want to read this, and tell me if it reads... correctly?:

Rounding the final corner gave Tali her a clear line of sight to where Shepard knelt, almost mimicking the position she had just left. As she moved towards him silently, she noticed his shoulders heaving up and down, a sign of great euphoria... or great pain. Her quarian sensibilties kicking in, she guessed the later. Finally nearing him,
she saw Shepard clutched a red flower in his hands. “Oh no...” Tali murmered, breaking into a run. Great pain it was.

Something just seems off.  The flow?  Or maybe I'm just paranoid.

Well, I believe most of us need more context to give a good evaluation.

[NuclearBuddha]

XII: From Beneath the Ice

When morning forced night into temporary retreat there was no sign of whatever lurking presence had haunted the hallway outside my door. In fact, the wan sunlight illuminated only a greater degree of squalor than was revealed the night previous by Lt. Alenko’s lamp. Though I had not noticed it before retiring, the floorboards were strown with fragments of soil , doubtless signifying the absence of adequate cleaning staff. The soil seemed rather more moist than it should have been, had it been tracked in by our shoes, nor was it arranged in any manner suggestive of footprints. The only order to be discerned in its scatter was a perhaps-imagined trail of shuddersome sinuousness traced through it. In any event, it must have come from our party, for the bits of soil were only left as far down the corridor as my door.

Greeting us was Lt. Alenko, who saw us to a kitchen where he and his Cossack companion had prepared a meal such as I might have had in the trenches of France: bread topped with an overdone egg and strong coffee in the Russian style with rather more sugar than required. My old acquaintance apologized for the crudity of the meal, but admitted to a reluctance to partake of any meal prepared by Dr. Newstead’s remaining servant. Breaking our fast, I assured Lt. Alenko of the confidence I placed in Detective Inspector Vakarian, and left the constable in his company with instructions that the Russian explain to him more fully the suspicious events surrounding the estate.

Following our meagre repast, of which Miss Zorah took no part, she, Miss Williams and I were shown to a finely-appointed first-floor study by the vaguely repulsive maid. The room was stiflingly warm, a low blaze burning in the fireplace despite the season and the windows shaded by heavy curtains. As we were now alone, I went to the window and drew back the thick cloth revealing a view, only slightly obscured by the abhorrent creeping vines which plagued the house, of the distant headlands of the Welsh coastline. At the very edge of view, a thick black line stood vertical against the horizon, as of some colossal pillar, though the distance was too great to discern further detail. This seemed a mercy; the mere glimpse of this anomalous formation filled me with a sense of formless dread, as if catching a glimpse of an unexpected shadow in my path. It seemed altogether too stark, too great a contrast to the moors and heather of the countryside, a relic bespeaking an earlier, unhallowed age.

[RiptideX1090]

Azint wrote...

RiptideX1090 wrote...

I'm touched.

In the bed.

Also explains a lot...

Tali loves all around.

By your own hands? It really does explain a lot.

Well...

What can I say? I have the magic touch.

[Lividity Jones]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

XII: From Beneath the Ice

When morning forced night into temporary retreat there was no sign of whatever lurking presence had haunted the hallway outside my door. In fact, the wan sunlight illuminated only a greater degree of squalor than was revealed the night previous by Lt. Alenko’s lamp. Though I had not noticed it before retiring, the floorboards were strown with fragments of soil , doubtless signifying the absence of adequate cleaning staff. The soil seemed rather more moist than it should have been, had it been tracked in by our shoes, nor was it arranged in any manner suggestive of footprints. The only order to be discerned in its scatter was a perhaps-imagined trail of shuddersome sinuousness traced through it. In any event, it must have come from our party, for the bits of soil were only left as far down the corridor as my door.

Greeting us was Lt. Alenko, who saw us to a kitchen where he and his Cossack companion had prepared a meal such as I might have had in the trenches of France: bread topped with an overdone egg and strong coffee in the Russian style with rather more sugar than required. My old acquaintance apologized for the crudity of the meal, but admitted to a reluctance to partake of any meal prepared by Dr. Newstead’s remaining servant. Breaking our fast, I assured Lt. Alenko of the confidence I placed in Detective Inspector Vakarian, and left the constable in his company with instructions that the Russian explain to him more fully the suspicious events surrounding the estate.

Following our meagre repast, of which Miss Zorah took no part, she, Miss Williams and I were shown to a finely-appointed first-floor study by the vaguely repulsive maid. The room was stiflingly warm, a low blaze burning in the fireplace despite the season and the windows shaded by heavy curtains. As we were now alone, I went to the window and drew back the thick cloth revealing a view, only slightly obscured by the abhorrent creeping vines which plagued the house, of the distant headlands of the Welsh coastline. At the very edge of view, a thick black line stood vertical against the horizon, as of some colossal pillar, though the distance was too great to discern further detail. This seemed a mercy; the mere glimpse of this anomalous formation filled me with a sense of formless dread, as if catching a glimpse of an unexpected shadow in my path. It seemed altogether too stark, too great a contrast to the moors and heather of the countryside, a relic bespeaking an earlier, unhallowed age.

I'm going to draw the obvious connection here, but I'm fairly sure I'm wrong.

Edit: Wait, vertical. Duh. Nevermind.

Modifié par Lividity Jones, 01 juillet 2010 - 05:44 .