A small blue motorcycle pulled into the gas station just after dawn. The rider, a short plump woman neither young nor old, dismounted and took off her helmet. She hung it off the handlebar by the chin guard and reached for the pump. The scrolling LCD display beside it read, Please swipe credit or debit card. To pay with cash, see attendant
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What happened that she was willing to give away her memories?
How far, seriously, can she hope to get on a motorcycle, with a wallet of bills, and no references, no job, no connections?
What sort of world is this - with modern trappings, and matter-of-fact monsters? Is it just an "our world, but with monsters"? Was it like our world, but something happened and monsters appeared (or were always there and only recently chose to reveal themselves), but people adapted and life went on?
I don't want to selfishly pressure you to write more on this - these things work best when they come naturally, I think - but I found the continuity to be a pleasant surprise. (An "Easter Egg"? ;D )
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The monsters kind of want an explanation, but they don't require one. Or at least, I haven't provided on and it seems to be working anyway. Anyway, of the stories I've done so far, this is the only one that's made me want to explore the setting and characters further. :)
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I can hardly remember a time when the phrase "negative camber corner" wasn't in my head somewhere.
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Kinsha: "It does, you have to think about it."
Shasa: "I did, five seconds worth."
Kinsha: "... That's not much thinking."
Shasa: "I think really fast."
Ess flicks out her tongue.
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