Year-End Cleaning Time!
Decided to trollop through my hard drive, clearing out what wasn't needed. Found some things sitting around, accumulated over the years, and decided to throw them in here instead of just destroying them. Who knows, maybe I'll return to them some day.
This is from early 2009, before Penny Arcade posted something that is pretty much exactly this. Found it in a text document titled "for fucks sake man youre amateur.odt" If you remember when I posted something under the name "Spindle City", this was part of that.
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“When's the last time you really felt anything?”
Funny question to ask a guy lying puddle of his own insides.
“All automatons talk about feeling temperature, or the pressure of something against you, or all this irrelevant bullshit. When have you ever felt what I've felt? How could you, even?”
Whoever it is, they don't even know what they're talking about. But I have to admit, they're damn good. I've been in scraps before, but there's no way I'm getting put back together after this.
But I've led a good life. Surprised I made it as far as I did without breaking down,
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This is from a text document titled "Anesthesiac.odt", which I only vaguely remember writing. Circa 2008, not quite sure where I was going with it!
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“Do you know what it's like to lose your life's creative work? It's like seeing your child shot in front of you. I spent six years making that movie with Jill, and she just...walks out. Six years. And now I can never touch it again. I wake up in the middle of the fucking night thinking about things to add to that universe, but it doesn't matter. I can't ever go back. I used to live there, and now I can never, ever go back. I can't ever go back to The Bitchin' Cougar Universe, or Realm of the Infinite Chainsaws. All these places I've spent my life in, and now they're off limits to me.”
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Finally, this sensual little nugget, which I honestly swear was NOT going in a porny direction, is also from 2008. Don't think I ever intended to go further with it than I did. "doctor.odt" WARNING: SEXY LESBIANS (but still sfw)
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“That's what I miss. Not even the fucking, not anything. Not thinking about a secure future, or running away on adventures, or anything people think about. Not even about just holding her in my arms. None of that mattered.”
“Then what?”
“Doctor, stand up.”
I did. She approached me in rushed, almost panicked steps, and stopped mere centimeters from me, our breasts almost touching.
“Doctor, lean in close. Breathe in as I exhale.”
Our faces were so close, but never a kiss. Impossible to focus. I gave in, and inhaled deeply.
Her scent filled my brain. It caused a physical jolt of a million euphoric chemical compounds to rush through my spine. I visibly shook. Her pheromones filled my lungs, filled my body.
"I...yes, I think I understand now."
Also found:
-a document titled "Dark Chronicles" which, if I ever get permission, will get posted someday.
-Several ideas for television pilots, with many partial scripts
-Multiple D&D campaign notes, one for each campaign I've imagined/participated in.
This is from early 2009, before Penny Arcade posted something that is pretty much exactly this. Found it in a text document titled "for fucks sake man youre amateur.odt" If you remember when I posted something under the name "Spindle City", this was part of that.
:::::
“When's the last time you really felt anything?”
Funny question to ask a guy lying puddle of his own insides.
“All automatons talk about feeling temperature, or the pressure of something against you, or all this irrelevant bullshit. When have you ever felt what I've felt? How could you, even?”
Whoever it is, they don't even know what they're talking about. But I have to admit, they're damn good. I've been in scraps before, but there's no way I'm getting put back together after this.
But I've led a good life. Surprised I made it as far as I did without breaking down,
-----
This is from a text document titled "Anesthesiac.odt", which I only vaguely remember writing. Circa 2008, not quite sure where I was going with it!
:::::
“Do you know what it's like to lose your life's creative work? It's like seeing your child shot in front of you. I spent six years making that movie with Jill, and she just...walks out. Six years. And now I can never touch it again. I wake up in the middle of the fucking night thinking about things to add to that universe, but it doesn't matter. I can't ever go back. I used to live there, and now I can never, ever go back. I can't ever go back to The Bitchin' Cougar Universe, or Realm of the Infinite Chainsaws. All these places I've spent my life in, and now they're off limits to me.”
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Finally, this sensual little nugget, which I honestly swear was NOT going in a porny direction, is also from 2008. Don't think I ever intended to go further with it than I did. "doctor.odt" WARNING: SEXY LESBIANS (but still sfw)
:::::
“That's what I miss. Not even the fucking, not anything. Not thinking about a secure future, or running away on adventures, or anything people think about. Not even about just holding her in my arms. None of that mattered.”
“Then what?”
“Doctor, stand up.”
I did. She approached me in rushed, almost panicked steps, and stopped mere centimeters from me, our breasts almost touching.
“Doctor, lean in close. Breathe in as I exhale.”
Our faces were so close, but never a kiss. Impossible to focus. I gave in, and inhaled deeply.
Her scent filled my brain. It caused a physical jolt of a million euphoric chemical compounds to rush through my spine. I visibly shook. Her pheromones filled my lungs, filled my body.
"I...yes, I think I understand now."
Also found:
-a document titled "Dark Chronicles" which, if I ever get permission, will get posted someday.
-Several ideas for television pilots, with many partial scripts
-Multiple D&D campaign notes, one for each campaign I've imagined/participated in.