I don't even know what's going on anymore. But it's great.
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The Nerd Formerly Known as Melkor
STATUS: haven’t been able to rp in so long. grad school is a bitch 4 mos ago
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haven’t been able to rp in so long. grad school is a bitch
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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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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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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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all over again...
A bit later than I wanted to, but the IC is live.
“Hello and welcome.” The smartly dressed German man addressed the recruits who sat around the long oak table in the modern boardroom. “My name is Alexander Biermann, I head the SND - the Supernatural Division of the Bureau.” He took a look around the room, then continued. “Contrary to what the name suggests, we typically solve cases that are too complex for other police agencies to handle.
“You will notice laptop computers in front of you along with a briefcase. Inside you will find a belt, a collection of five mobile phones - switched off - a watch and an assortment of other standard issue gadgets, courtesy of the engineering department here in the Bureau’s New York offices. I will allow Mr. Osamu to explain their function and other uses. For now, I'll ask for your attention to be directed to the screen.” A screen electronically lowered itself from the roof, behind him. “I'd like to begin the investigation as soon as possible.”
When the screen had finally clicked into position, Biermann tapped a button on a remote he possessed and a screen faded on. Everyone should have recognized the LIVE logo - the Tree the word LIVE in the background. "I trust that you've all heard of LIVE, the multinational rival to the Red Cross..." He glanced around, waiting for questions and when none came he continued. "Recently..." He pressed another button and the screen changed. There were about thirty photographs, some were portraits while others were zoomed-in family photos and an assortment of others. They were arranged on the screen in a large square shape.
"In the past five months these people all went missing, they were all found within a few days... All of them had committed suicide by hanging themselves. Some with families were found sooner. While others had weeks or months go by before someone found them..." Glancing to the forensic photographer in the room, "By that time their bodies were nearly or entirely decayed." He took another glance around the room of new agents before continuing, "They all had two things in common... They were all journalists in some respect and they all spoke out against LIVE in some capacity. What do you make of that?
"If you've any deductive skills, and you do, then you'd say that they were killed by LIVE or some associate, but how could they cause a suicide? We have reviewed security footage from around their residence and have confirmed that no one forced their suicides."
He was sure that they could come up with something, he looked at Garret Foster, the lead investigator of this team, "Any thoughts Mr. Foster? I'd be very interested in what all of you have to say about this case... I have my own suspicions, but I would like to hear your preliminary analysis first. And I'd like to hear your thoughts before Mr. Osamu arrives... That should be in about ten minutes." He sat down, in one of the cushion-laden chairs and waited for one of the team members to speak up.
“You will notice laptop computers in front of you along with a briefcase. Inside you will find a belt, a collection of five mobile phones - switched off - a watch and an assortment of other standard issue gadgets, courtesy of the engineering department here in the Bureau’s New York offices. I will allow Mr. Osamu to explain their function and other uses. For now, I'll ask for your attention to be directed to the screen.” A screen electronically lowered itself from the roof, behind him. “I'd like to begin the investigation as soon as possible.”
When the screen had finally clicked into position, Biermann tapped a button on a remote he possessed and a screen faded on. Everyone should have recognized the LIVE logo - the Tree the word LIVE in the background. "I trust that you've all heard of LIVE, the multinational rival to the Red Cross..." He glanced around, waiting for questions and when none came he continued. "Recently..." He pressed another button and the screen changed. There were about thirty photographs, some were portraits while others were zoomed-in family photos and an assortment of others. They were arranged on the screen in a large square shape.
"In the past five months these people all went missing, they were all found within a few days... All of them had committed suicide by hanging themselves. Some with families were found sooner. While others had weeks or months go by before someone found them..." Glancing to the forensic photographer in the room, "By that time their bodies were nearly or entirely decayed." He took another glance around the room of new agents before continuing, "They all had two things in common... They were all journalists in some respect and they all spoke out against LIVE in some capacity. What do you make of that?
"If you've any deductive skills, and you do, then you'd say that they were killed by LIVE or some associate, but how could they cause a suicide? We have reviewed security footage from around their residence and have confirmed that no one forced their suicides."
He was sure that they could come up with something, he looked at Garret Foster, the lead investigator of this team, "Any thoughts Mr. Foster? I'd be very interested in what all of you have to say about this case... I have my own suspicions, but I would like to hear your preliminary analysis first. And I'd like to hear your thoughts before Mr. Osamu arrives... That should be in about ten minutes." He sat down, in one of the cushion-laden chairs and waited for one of the team members to speak up.
Yuck!
Egg Nog?
Egg Nog?
As it seemed,..
Never a story...
At the moment all I'm waiting on is @AtlasRedfox's character then I'll post in the IC and we'll begin.
"Hey! I need to go to the bathroooooooom!"
played out more...
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