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Current I accidentally closed my main emotional support tabs and I don’t know how to feel
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6 mos ago
It’s the time of year when I’m ready to find myself a cabin in the woods. I’ll even take THE cabin in the woods as long as I don’t have to deal with people
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7 mos ago
Skwint do you want to see a root beer commercial?
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7 mos ago
You have just reminded me that Dr. Pepper Zero isn’t available in 6-bottle packs in Canada and now I am salty
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Yes to pineapple on pizza! Other citrus fruit works too
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the writer

  • I was a theatre kid!
  • non fluent polyglot
  • paramedic
  • B horror film lover
  • Dogs are life.


the role player

  • I like most genres.
  • But I really love superheroes, apparently.
  • I'm big on character driven stories and all the twists and turns that come from that.
  • I tend towards darker, grittier stories, or lighter stories with liberal amounts of dark humour. There is little you can do to throw me off.
  • I enjoy writing explicit scenes, but they are not an essential ingredient. I'm here for the story first and foremost.
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  • I reuse my characters, settings, and plot points with different people sometimes. You are welcome to do the same.
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Most Recent Posts

Charynrae had never experienced this kind of cold before. It was a bitter, dry cold that went straight to her bones. She was grateful for the extra layers that Amal had suggested. She would not have thought of it.

“Amal, are you warm enough?” she asked as they walked through the wilderness. She had gathered that his home country was warm, and humans seemed finicky with their temperatures. The Underdark was warm, too, but the drow were better at adapting to temperature changes. Turn the wrong corner and you would find yourself in a cave cold as ice. And besides that, it wasn’t that warm, at least in the place Char had lived. “Where you lived when you were a child, did you have dry heat like this cold, or did you have clammy heat?”

Hm. If they had stayed in bed. “I agree. And I think we should sleep close together tonight to conserve body heat,” she said, her coy smile apparent in her voice. “What do you think?”

Men were so easy to torture.
Sherry Birkin


Sherry followed after, ignoring the pang in her chest every time someone referenced Birkin.

“Hi, I’m Sherry Birkin, I’m a federal agent with the Division of Security Operations. We need to get to the car I left at the edge of the forest; these are the coordinates if you want them,” she said to the man she assumed was Price, offering him the screen of her phone.
I figured it would be a good idea to let Charlie show off her skills as a scientist. She did successfully clone both Steve Burnside and William Birkin, after all.


Oh, 100%!
Sherry Birkin


Ugh. The ones that needed a scaffolding of sorts to regenerate somehow seemed so much more grotesque to Sherry.

You want to help people,” she said. “That doesn’t mean everyone within Lazarus Corporation does. Trust me, I would know. I’m not saying they’re definitely involved, but the possibility is there.”

She had gone so long without thinking about Chief Irons, but everything that had happened today had dredged up his memory.

“I have some equipment in the trunk of my car that should help. It is a three-and-a-half hour walk, but I assume we can just drive to where I left it?” she asked, gesturing at the humvee. “In exchange, I’m going to make note of any results you get for my investigation.”
Sherry Birkin


“Hm.”

Sure, he would be happy to see her, but he was not Sherry’s father, and she still wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

“The attack a month ago. What was it? Something similar?” she asked as she tapped Lazarus Corporation into the database search function on her comms device.

“Hawking, have you only seen the bear? Was it the one tearing up forest animal?”

Sherry Birkin


Sherry stood up and turned to face Charlie.
“Sorry. I’m Sherry Birkin from the National Security Agency. Hawking told me your name. I was sent here because of possible bioterrorism activity in the area.”
Sherry Birkin


Or he could just grow a new head. That worked, too.

Baby brother.

She had wanted siblings, once upon a time, when she was really little. She had quickly come to realize she would be taking care of them, too, and that was the end of that. These didn’t feel like her siblings. And they really weren’t, were they; her father could not have actually created them.

“Hi,” she said, reaching out a hand, a small tentacle briefly making contact with her finger before she remembered what she had come here for. “Sorry, excuse me.”

She pushed herself up and made her way to what little remained of the bear, using her phone to take a picture before kneeling down. Was this what had been causing problems?
What does Junior look like exactly?
Sherry Birkin


Sherry was relieved that the B.O.W. went down quickly, but now there was the matter of…

“You must be Charlie,” said Sherry, holstering her weapon as she stepped over to Hawkings’ body. “The… bear, or whatever you want to call it, got a good swipe in.

She knelt down, carefully inspecting the head and body. Could he regenerate from something like this? She didn’t know, but she made sure the head and body were close, just in case.
Sherry Birkin


Sherry had moved down the steps and away from the cabin. She aimed for the bear’s head now that the humvee wasn’t directly in line with the bear, using the triple-shot to hopefully do some damage. She was hoping she could put it down without having to resort to the stun rod, because that was an iffy prospect.

Especially with the sounds coming from the humvee. Someone had opened a door and got out, but there was no sound of weapons.
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