Message from @the weeb 200
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Thanks! I think I had a similar thing happen to me about just typing without thinking
right!
It's like it just happens
I wrote around 70,000 words in a month due to that feeling
I havenโt felt it in a while but maybe itโs coming back!
It won't always be there for me XD
It just happens randomly
Lol yeah I know
Itโs very annoying
But it is nice when it happens
Very much lol
What part are you at in your story?
Iโm on Chapter Six I think
I meant plot wise XD
But that will do
Ohhhhh lol ๐ im smrt
Iโm on the part where the MCโs cousin is fighting dragons with cannonballs right before the government is about to confiscate all their weapons in return for much needed supplies
wbu?
Well my part is the main character was injured, and the girl he is in love with now is taking care of him.
Yeah very you know
just got my first article published by a site other than mine!
amazing post
thanks
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@MofoDoggo, OK, I will ping you at the start of the next 3 sprints.
@the weeb 200 pretty good article! I love the author bio at the end. It was on point
the bio isnt mine wordpress is weird and used the owner of the sites bio
@Mister Meower @sixfivebyfiftyfive @Sgt.Barkley @ThiccSpicyGenderRevealParty **A continuation of the previous story. I know it's not much, but it's going forward at least.
Should also give some insight into the world they're living in.**
Thanks, Trow, I'll give it a read in just a bit.
I ran across a thing in my writing file from a long time ago. A person I knew wanted to run a forum RP where everyone played bad guys. So of course, everyone brought in their favorite characters, standing at the meeting place looking dangerous, standing dangerously, etc.
Then I brought mine in:
A young woman appears in the room near the table, clad in a long brown tunic and blue jeans. Her long blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and there is a huge sword in her right hand. She looks dazed, staring wide-eyed, and she stands unsteadily in soft green boots. The letter from Leona falls to the floor from her left hand.
She falls over, coughing and retching, as something dark and organic flows out of her mouth, ears, nose, and even eyes. It shifts and forms into a tall man with short black hair greying at the temples, small sunglasses, and odd grey robes. A small gourdlike jug hangs from his belt, and his left hand hangs freely from his robes. He picks up the sword and sheaths it on his back, then helps the young woman up as though she weighed nothing.
In a smooth, almost oily voice he speaks to her. "There there, Anna Lucia, that wasn't so bad. And since you've helped me, I promise I shall never harm your family nor their descendants. You have my word of honor on this matter."
He turns away from her as she stands wheezing, then looks thoughtful.
"However, you were not wise enough to include yourself in our agreement. You are not under my protection at all."
As the woman's eyes grow huge, the man stretches impossibly, revealing a mouth full of thousands of silver needle-sharp teeth, all pointing inwards. Her scream of fear is cut off as it begins as he bites, swallowing her whole as his body distends to accomodate her.
With a series of wetly organic crushing sounds, his body jerks back to the form of a grey-clad samurai once again. He picks a shred of jean material from his teeth daintily with a silver claw, then looks at the faces of the others in the room.
"Oh. Pardon me, I wasn't aware there would be so many attending. I'm afraid I only brought one snack, but she won't be digested for a few hours if anyone else would like some? I am Stalker, at your service."
He bows gracefully to the room.
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That is quite good, ronin
Indeed.
Thanks!
One of those oddball snippets I'll never do anything with, but was fun to make.
It was fun to read.
Trow. I need to read the rest. DM me with it. I cant open it
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@Sgt.Barkley sent.
so i have this idea floating around