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[M is for Morphine]

Nov 9, 2010 2:49:55 GMT -5 Amneiger said:

Nov 8, 2010 22:48:04 GMT -5 Jove said:

and that's when you know it's time to stop writing for the night.

You should change the bit about a thingy that drills into a reference into Gurra Gurra...uh, Toppa Gurra? Toppa Gurra Gurra something or other? Can't remember the name...uh...the show with the drill that puts a whole in the sky or something.

_{...I wonder if that's a sign for me to stop writing for the night >>}

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann ?

[Jove]

Yeah, I'm thinking this story needs at least one TTGL reference minimum. I've been pretty good about not referencing stuff so far so I think I've earned it. _{LUCY'S FORK IS THE FORK THAT WILL PIERCE THE HEAVENS}

Yoyo: I'm glad it made you laugh. :3 This story isn't nearly as comedic as the stuff I usually write so I worry that it's not funny enough.

So, I got Week Two'd. Hard. It didn't help that I started super late either. I had a minor crisis and considered starting the whole thing over but then I just temporarily put the current subplot aside and then everything went so much easier. I got to 9k today, was hoping for 10k but my head and back are dying so I'm giving it a rest for now.

EXCERPT TIME. This is the start of chapter two, where I totally disregard the subplot I spent half of chapter one setting up.

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“Forget the vampire.”
“What? Just like that? When you were so obsessed with finding it before?”
“There's something far worse lurking these halls then some Dracula wannabe.”
“Please don't say a werewolf. I'll cry you if you say it's a werewolf.”

This was almost three months after the previously related events, when I had more or less settled into things at Arkem Middle and the weird plannings and doings of Lucia Strange. As most of her energy during these last three months was devoted entirely to finding and proving the existence of the aforementioned vampire I was more than a little perturbed with the idea of her giving up so soon. Especially when we hadn't found anything. Especially when I was the one doing most of the work.

“No.” She said, sounding superior like she always did when she was holding some information over my head. “Let me ask you this: What's the worst thing you can think of?”

“Dying alone. Parasites. Giant bees. Being eviscerated. What do you want from me here?”
“There's something far worse out there than giant monsters or disease. What makes it worse is that it's us.”
“Oh. Humans? I dunno, I still think giant bees are pretty bad. I mean regular bees are bad enough, but giant ones? Screw that.”

Lucy's palm lingered somewhere in the vicinity of her forehead. “Humans are worse than any kind of plague ever invented. In fact, they are a plague. The world would be a much better place without them.”
“Sure, but if they don't exist then you don't exist to tell them how horrible they are. “
“I can live with that.”
“Are you suicidal, Lucy?”
“No. Just misanthropic. Maybe a little masochistic.”