Did I mention that I've missed you dreadfully? Especially your humor. And fics. This is fantabulous. *rushes off to the next part* If you ever recover from putting together the comm AND the NaNo, you should check out the wild and crazy fics and discussions that you've been missing out on. I cannot articulate how much I LOVE this story. It's so well thought out and amazing and the claustraphobic sense of loneliness that you get in really good post-apocalyptic stories. *is such a post-apocalyptic whore* I'm going to be making up words to encompass how much I ADORE this before much longer ...
Ma-Ti, apparently still in prima donna mode, held up one hand, ring glittering in the early morning sun, and said, "Heart?" "Huh," the Critic said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's not such a lame power after all." Oh, that is so cool. In my Epic AU fic was originally much darker, and Ma-Ti would routinely notice when children were born around the world and could sense roving bands of humans hiding from Insano's Death-Bots.
"Whatever. You've got the top bunk." He saw the Critic smirk. "What?" "Nothing, just never took you for much of a bottom, that's all. Wasn't it Nerd-on-Critic action, after all?" His attempt at looking innocent failed spectacularly, and the Nerd scowled at him. Eeheehee ... that joke never gets old ...
What happened to him, anyway?" The Nerd asked. It was against one of the cardinal rules of post-zombie-apocalyptic etiquette, he knew, to ask about the ones who didn't make it, but manners had never been a big concern between the Critic and him anyway.
The Critic uttered a short, harsh laugh. "Actually, that's a funny
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(*fixes broken image in this part* Hello, I'm an idiot, sigh.)
If you ever recover from putting together the comm AND the NaNo, you should check out the wild and crazy fics and discussions that you've been missing out on.
I plan to! The problem is my current lack of internet access, really, but that should be fixed soonishly, wheeee!
I cannot articulate how much I LOVE this story. It's so well thought out and amazing and the claustraphobic sense of loneliness that you get in really good post-apocalyptic stories. *is such a post-apocalyptic whore* I'm going to be making up words to encompass how much I ADORE this before much longer ...
Awww, thank you! one of the things I wibbled to my poor beta about was whether I had enough dark in my dark comedy, so I'm glad to hear it succeeded. :D
Ahahahahahaaaa ... *sporfles*
I admit, I'm still way too amused about that part myself. *hangs head in shame*
SATAN saved ATG and the NC? Awww?
It's the only explanation that makes sense, really. He saved them, and then he buggered off somewhere
( ... )
I plan to! The problem is my current lack of internet access, really, but that should be fixed soonishly, wheeee! Woohoo!
Awww, thank you! one of the things I wibbled to my poor beta about was whether I had enough dark in my dark comedy, so I'm glad to hear it succeeded. :D Perfect balance, like some hot fudge sauce on some vanilla ice cream, or a Reecee's Peanut-Butter cup ... *eyes bag of candy from the party last night* ... om nom nom ...
I admit, I'm still way too amused about that part myself. *hangs head in shame* Don't be ashamed! Now, whoever writes an ATG/NC PWP drabble branching off from this fic, THEY should be ashamed (a little) but you certainly shouldn't!
It's the only explanation that makes sense, really. He saved them, and then he buggered off somewhere, presumably, much to That Guy's dismay. *thinks about patting him, but knows where he's been* HEE.
I more or less stole that from your fic, and twisted it to your own ends, I admit. And I thoroughly approve!
I kinda feel bad about making him a bit of a spoiled
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amateurishly macguyvered flamethrowers Yay for McGuyver... They still remember him in the future.<3 search for a needle in a zombie-infested haystack Got brainz in there ? :) Pings 204.152.204.176 ... Oh, hi zip.4chan.org ... Looks like nobody posted the travel info yet... "Hey, bring me over a Red Bull and some Ramen for lunch when you come over, would you?" Even in afterworld they still got energy drinks, only they dubbed it "Red Bear" probably to circumvent any copyright infringements... Sure the Chicago Bulls must have broken a record rushing all those yards trying to dodge the oncoming horde of brain thirsty zombies, but after that incident, who in their right mind would dare calling their product 'Bull' any further ? And them, suddenly, the silence in the apartment was shattered by a loud bleep. I can haz spotted typo in second word ? the(m) --> n Dude, did you just throw a comb at me? The hell?" Urbanus would say: "En ge kunt er uw haar mee kammen." "Unless it's Chuck Norris," he sighed. "I doubt it." Muahahah, would like to
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If you ever recover from putting together the comm AND the NaNo, you should check out the wild and crazy fics and discussions that you've been missing out on.
I cannot articulate how much I LOVE this story. It's so well thought out and amazing and the claustraphobic sense of loneliness that you get in really good post-apocalyptic stories. *is such a post-apocalyptic whore* I'm going to be making up words to encompass how much I ADORE this before much longer ...
"Oh, goeiendag, didn't hear you come-- Oh, it's you."
HEE HEE HEE.
"'Flames of fiery doom'?" That Guy looked almost aghast. "Seriously? What is this, Zombie Apocalypse: The Poetry Hour ( ... )
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"Huh," the Critic said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's not such a lame power after all."
Oh, that is so cool. In my Epic AU fic was originally much darker, and Ma-Ti would routinely notice when children were born around the world and could sense roving bands of humans hiding from Insano's Death-Bots.
"Whatever. You've got the top bunk." He saw the Critic smirk. "What?"
"Nothing, just never took you for much of a bottom, that's all. Wasn't it Nerd-on-Critic action, after all?" His attempt at looking innocent failed spectacularly, and the Nerd scowled at him.
Eeheehee ... that joke never gets old ...
What happened to him, anyway?" The Nerd asked. It was against one of the cardinal rules of post-zombie-apocalyptic etiquette, he knew, to ask about the ones who didn't make it, but manners had never been a big concern between the Critic and him anyway.
The Critic uttered a short, harsh laugh. "Actually, that's a funny ( ... )
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If you ever recover from putting together the comm AND the NaNo, you should check out the wild and crazy fics and discussions that you've been missing out on.
I plan to! The problem is my current lack of internet access, really, but that should be fixed soonishly, wheeee!
I cannot articulate how much I LOVE this story. It's so well thought out and amazing and the claustraphobic sense of loneliness that you get in really good post-apocalyptic stories. *is such a post-apocalyptic whore* I'm going to be making up words to encompass how much I ADORE this before much longer ...
Awww, thank you! one of the things I wibbled to my poor beta about was whether I had enough dark in my dark comedy, so I'm glad to hear it succeeded. :D
Ahahahahahaaaa ... *sporfles*
I admit, I'm still way too amused about that part myself. *hangs head in shame*
SATAN saved ATG and the NC? Awww?
It's the only explanation that makes sense, really. He saved them, and then he buggered off somewhere ( ... )
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Woohoo!
Awww, thank you! one of the things I wibbled to my poor beta about was whether I had enough dark in my dark comedy, so I'm glad to hear it succeeded. :D
Perfect balance, like some hot fudge sauce on some vanilla ice cream, or a Reecee's Peanut-Butter cup ... *eyes bag of candy from the party last night* ... om nom nom ...
I admit, I'm still way too amused about that part myself. *hangs head in shame*
Don't be ashamed! Now, whoever writes an ATG/NC PWP drabble branching off from this fic, THEY should be ashamed (a little) but you certainly shouldn't!
It's the only explanation that makes sense, really. He saved them, and then he buggered off somewhere, presumably, much to That Guy's dismay. *thinks about patting him, but knows where he's been*
HEE.
I more or less stole that from your fic, and twisted it to your own ends, I admit.
And I thoroughly approve!
I kinda feel bad about making him a bit of a spoiled ( ... )
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search for a needle in a zombie-infested haystack Got brainz in there ? :)
Pings 204.152.204.176 ... Oh, hi zip.4chan.org ... Looks like nobody posted the travel info yet...
"Hey, bring me over a Red Bull and some Ramen for lunch when you come over, would you?" Even in afterworld they still got energy drinks, only they dubbed it "Red Bear" probably to circumvent any copyright infringements... Sure the Chicago Bulls must have broken a record rushing all those yards trying to dodge the oncoming horde of brain thirsty zombies, but after that incident, who in their right mind would dare calling their product 'Bull' any further ?
And them, suddenly, the silence in the apartment was shattered by a loud bleep. I can haz spotted typo in second word ? the(m) --> n
Dude, did you just throw a comb at me? The hell?" Urbanus would say: "En ge kunt er uw haar mee kammen."
"Unless it's Chuck Norris," he sighed. "I doubt it." Muahahah, would like to ( ... )
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