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Mar. 20th, 2009 12:05 amPost a single sentence extract from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
Proving to myself that I can write, a least a little. Though I did get depressed when I realized that I was looking for work I had lost when my computer went -pufft- early last year. *points at self* Horribly slow writer here, islands take less time to form than it does for me to write something to completion no matter how short it is or what it's for. But enough of that...Onwards!
"There's not a strut of cowardice between 'em, I've seen these critters playing in level seven blizzards and believe you me that they can become Unicron incarnate if tangled with."
He knew the Constructicons were more than a little mentally different than other Cybertronians from his brief brushes against their processors, he attributed the discrepancies he felt to their being a gestalt, but he didn't know they were insane.
One of the major challenges of a ground bound speedster was actually staying on the ground.
It was spoken as a statement, fact, as though bothering to make it a vow was the same as promising that the passage of time would continue on.
The unlucky mech backed up a step, and then another and yet another when the pissed off dinosaur transformer matched him step for step until he was flush against the wall behind him.
Swoop landed heavily starling the much smaller mech, he watched curiously as the bot jerked, and dropped something apparently of some importance, as he cursed when it fell.
"It's not my fault the schematics are confusing."
"Hey wait, look there's something wrong with the floor."
The scream of titanium engines reached a deafening cacaphony when the rest of the herd charged past the first moosebot, still reared back, to trample the mechs to death.
"You're making me question reality, stop it."
"We call him Rask Lache, the lost one, no one knows what his real name is."
"This world, it calls to those that need to be here."
It was one of those subtle personality changes, those that no one notices until years go by and when it finally is noticed, it's believed to have always been a part of the individual in question.
He exists and nothing more, for nothing more is needed for him to be.
Also? I just realized why the Java program has a steaming cup for a logo. *facepalm*
Proving to myself that I can write, a least a little. Though I did get depressed when I realized that I was looking for work I had lost when my computer went -pufft- early last year. *points at self* Horribly slow writer here, islands take less time to form than it does for me to write something to completion no matter how short it is or what it's for. But enough of that...Onwards!
"There's not a strut of cowardice between 'em, I've seen these critters playing in level seven blizzards and believe you me that they can become Unicron incarnate if tangled with."
He knew the Constructicons were more than a little mentally different than other Cybertronians from his brief brushes against their processors, he attributed the discrepancies he felt to their being a gestalt, but he didn't know they were insane.
One of the major challenges of a ground bound speedster was actually staying on the ground.
It was spoken as a statement, fact, as though bothering to make it a vow was the same as promising that the passage of time would continue on.
The unlucky mech backed up a step, and then another and yet another when the pissed off dinosaur transformer matched him step for step until he was flush against the wall behind him.
Swoop landed heavily starling the much smaller mech, he watched curiously as the bot jerked, and dropped something apparently of some importance, as he cursed when it fell.
"It's not my fault the schematics are confusing."
"Hey wait, look there's something wrong with the floor."
The scream of titanium engines reached a deafening cacaphony when the rest of the herd charged past the first moosebot, still reared back, to trample the mechs to death.
"You're making me question reality, stop it."
"We call him Rask Lache, the lost one, no one knows what his real name is."
"This world, it calls to those that need to be here."
It was one of those subtle personality changes, those that no one notices until years go by and when it finally is noticed, it's believed to have always been a part of the individual in question.
He exists and nothing more, for nothing more is needed for him to be.
Also? I just realized why the Java program has a steaming cup for a logo. *facepalm*