Melkor Member
The Nerd Formerly Known as Melkor
STATUS: haven’t been able to rp in so long. grad school is a bitch 5 mos ago
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- Old Guild Username: Melkor
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
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- Melkor 12 yrs ago
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haven’t been able to rp in so long. grad school is a bitch
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3 yrs ago
I'm about to enter my senior year. So close to that astro degreeeeee
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4 yrs ago
Act two of the original three is done. It is about 100 pages and 23k words. I'll be merging the first two acts into one and the book will end up being about twice as long as originally projected.
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4 yrs ago
Act 1 of 3 is done. It’s about 100 pages and 23k words and has a prelude, 8 chapters, and an interlude. I’m looking at 100k words as an approximate goal.
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4 yrs ago
Progress on draft 2: 8200 words and 32 pages.
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Thrawn: "I have read about the nightswan. Have you?"
Nightswan: "You refer to the fact that it sings only as night is falling?"
Thrawn: "Yes. You do not expect your stand to succeed, do you?"
Nightswan: "I know that it won't succeed."
Thrawn: "That does not necessarily mean the end. I can give orders for you to be taken unharmed."
Nightswan: "They will be ignored. Half the troops here are Batonn Defense and Restos is determined to get rid of me."
Thrawn: "Then come with me now!"
Nightswan: "A man must do what he must, Admiral Thrawn. Even if his stand is against the fall of eternal night."
Nightswan: "You refer to the fact that it sings only as night is falling?"
Thrawn: "Yes. You do not expect your stand to succeed, do you?"
Nightswan: "I know that it won't succeed."
Thrawn: "That does not necessarily mean the end. I can give orders for you to be taken unharmed."
Nightswan: "They will be ignored. Half the troops here are Batonn Defense and Restos is determined to get rid of me."
Thrawn: "Then come with me now!"
Nightswan: "A man must do what he must, Admiral Thrawn. Even if his stand is against the fall of eternal night."
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Whelp - Tied up them lose ends.
The air was foul and tainted, the smell of decay overwhelmed Roy. Somehow he knew that the world was never going to be restored and he didn't want to be killed by a zombie, he'd rather take his own life. On his right side was one of his two pistoles, he reached down with his right hand and gripped it. He took it off of his belt and just stared at it - the grip, carbon fiber? No plastic? Maybe it was carbon fiber... the rest was steel. From the hammer, to the trigger, the safty and the barrel - all cold-hard-steel. This is a better death. He'd thought as he shifted the gun to his left hand, with his right he saluted his comrads while using the left to shoot himself....
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So no GM then? I'm out.
Sounds like a plan.
Okay, but it looks like stichblades won't be joining us.
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Who are we waiting for?
Alrighty then.
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