Inspiration Day: If a Tree Falls in the Forest ...
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Pledging Post
Thought you guys might be interested to know that if we managed to get everyone who has pledged so far (and we still have two days to go) up to their maximum pledges by writing enough fic, then we would raise $1182. And that's not counting the people who have not set a maximum pledge ( Read more... )
Pledging Post
Thought you guys might be interested to know that if we managed to get everyone who has pledged so far (and we still have two days to go) up to their maximum pledges by writing enough fic, then we would raise $1182. And that's not counting the people who have not set a maximum pledge ( Read more... )
He continued stomping through the forest, kicking up billows of gray dirt and dead leaves and leaving a trail of broken branches. "You should get off the basestar, John," he mimicked Three's voice caustically, "Get some fresh air." He inhaled. "Fresh air smells like a midden, it's all dead shit and ..." he stepped into some animals droppings, "frakking crap!" He scrapped the crap off his boots still muttering, this time mimicking a Two, "Our sister is right, you should join our hunt for insurgents in the forest. Revel in the glory of God's creation."
Cavil stood in a clearing. It was undoubtedly exactly the kind of place Two thought as the 'glory of God's creation.' Trees towered over him, sunlight steamed through leaves turning from deep summer green to rich autumn gold and red. Birds called, small animals darted to hiding. The undergrowth rustled in the wind. "God's mother-frakking glory, my ass, it still smells like shit to me."
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