on fleek [dLtMs0 v 5.5]

[Twilight-kun]

82

They're all on Skype now

 

[machomuu]

82

Then let's take the skype and and drop it in DLTMS0.

Problem solved.

 

[Twilight-kun]

85

Spoiler:

Be still my ovaries

 

[Pokestick good times.]

86

What's Darth maul doing with those sex toys of yours from a while back?

 

[Yukari]

87

Apparently they're very popular.

 

[Pokestick good times.]

88

I like 'em. Do they come in purple?

 

[Twilight-kun]

89

Yes

Spoiler:

 

[Netto Azure]

90

Lucas wasted such a great actor in the prequels.

 

[Pokestick good times.]

91

Weren't tEsB and RotJ directed by non-Lucas people?

I mean, it'd explain why they're really great. Then they put him in charge of directing the prequels for some reason.

 

[Netto Azure]

92

Lucas actually had to work with other people in the original trilogy. Plus the actors ad-libbed some and raised objections to stupid stuff.

 

[Twilight-kun]

93

At least the music and battles were good


Meanwhile, in Episode VII...

Spoiler:

 

[Pokestick good times.]

94

Music and sound have always been great in those films.

 

[Twilight-kun]

More brain droppings

Spoiler:

Alex Woke up face-to-face with PARIAH.

The Prototype sighed.

"Hello yet again."

Ss͘͘h̀҉h͘h̸̀͜h̡͟͟h̸͜h̛͡͞
̶L̛͡e̢̛t̶̨ ҉m͢ȩ̴ ͠s̴̕a͏v̸̛o̢u̕͝͡r͜͜ ̸̕th҉̡͘i͢s​​

Alex blinked as he looked around.

He was standing in Manhattan.

Or at least what he thought was Manhattan.

Hard to tell when the entire city was completely flattened.

Alex knelt down and stared at the ground. It looked...strange. Almost as if the skyscrapers, buildings, cars, people...everything about the island had been pressed down, like an overhead picture.

"What did you do?"

Ḿy̷̧ ̸͜gŗ̷͘e̸a̡̡͟t͜͝e̸st̸̷ ͏͜w̨͜or͟k̴̨​​

"I see."

PARIAH was silent. Alex glanced at the thing's feet and noted it was standing in the middle of what used to he Times Square.

F̸̛athȩ͠r​​

"Nope," Alex said firmly. "You are no son of mine. Not now, not ever."

W̶̴h̴̵͟a̛t̀͜͜ ̵į̷ś̢ Y̷͟g͠g̴̴̴dr̴ąs̸i̶̧ĺ̴​​

Alex blinked. "What?"

T̷̀҉i̷̧m̨e̡​​

"..."

T̶̕h͜ȩ̧̀ ̀m̶͞a̵̶t̀t͢e̴̵rs̢ ͘of͢ w͡h̸̨i̴c̶͜ḩ ҉y͡ó̸ų ̛͡s̵̢p̴̀e̛a̵͞͏k̨ ́͝a͝r͘͡e ̷k͞ņ̀o̴w҉n̛ ̛t̕҉̷o̡ ̨m҉́e̴҉
͞͡҉Ţ̵he͜͜r̷͢è͘ ̵͞i͝s̸͜ ̢͜so̵҉ ̨̨ļi͏̧tt̷҉l̵̕͟ę̷ ̀́h̶͟er̴è̴͟
̸S̶̢o̕ ̨͞l͜͢͠i͜t͡t̕͡l̡҉é̢͢ ̴u͟҉p͝ó͠n̷̨͝ wh̸i҉͢c̀͏͜h̕ ҉̶͜Í̶͝ ć̵an f̧́e͢e̸d͠
B̸̢ut̛̕ ̧I̴ ̴h̢͞a̷͜ve͝ ͘ţhe̡ ̢͠a͢ns̡w̢e̷̕r̀͢​​

PARIAH leaned in close, all but nuzzling Alex's cheek.

Tak͢e͟͠ ̵̸̧m͏͢e̴̴͡ ̶̶̕w̕i͡t̴h̛̀͢ ̸̕y͏o̷̡͝ų
̛̀́F͠a̴͟͞t̶̛he̢͢͜ŕ
҉͞͡Le͏͢͟t҉̶̢ ̵m҉͘e m̛ȩ͝͝et̛͟ ̧t́͡h͟͏͠e͜se̛͜ f͠r̷͟͞įe͏nd͏s ̧̧ò͟f͘ y̵o̕u͏rs̛̀
̨͘Le҉͜t̵̵ ̸͘m͜e ̶fe̛͞e̷d͘͝͡ ͟҉on͟͠ ̷҉t͡͞h̛͞e̡m̴̕​​

Alex chuckled and pushed the innocent face away.

"No," he said simply. PARIAH went still.

Do͞n̵'͘t͏ ̀̕y̢͝o̕u̡̧ ̡l̡ơ̢v̷͞e̡͟͞ m̀e̡͡҉,͝ ͘͏F͝a̷̶͘t҉h̢͢é̶͠r̨?̕
͠A̵̕m̷̀ ͜I̡̧ ͟n̨ot͘͡ ͘͝ý҉o̸̸̷u҉r͏ ͘so̶ņ?̸̛́
̴Ę̛v̢͞er͡y̷̢t̸̶h̵̢͘ìn͏̡͠g ̸͏I ̷h̡͝a̛͜vè͘͝ ̧̢̛d͡o̴͞n͝ę ̨̀Į͟ ̧͡d̀i̴d̷̡̀ ͏ờų̶t̢͡ o͏f̢͡ ̴ĺo̵̕v̕͏e͠͏̷ ͞f̶ǫ̧͞r̸ ͏y̶ǫ̢͘u̴̧͞​​

Alex sighed heavily.

"Even if you were my son, even if I loved you, you would never meet the criteria to Loop. It's out of my hands."

W̷̧e͡ ͏̴h̷͡a͟v̀͢é̡ i̶̕n̴͡t͘è͜r̷̕a͜͝͞ç͡te͞d́͝
͠W̧e̷҉ ̛́͟hav͏͏e̵ ̡͠c̴̛o̶͞n̢͢n̸̕e̶c̨t̡̀éd͘͡
͡I̕͞ ̢͝͡l͜ov̢̛e͟͠ ́y̧̛͡ǫ͞͞u͞​

​
"It has to work both ways," Alex said coldly. "I don't love you, I have no connection with you. Nobody does. Nobody will. You will be trapped here in this limited world forever."

A terrible look passed over PARIAH's face.

O͞u̷̡͞r ̶̡f͞ų͝͡t̢̕͝ur̷̴e̸̡ ̸t̸͘͜ò̵g͏̸̕ęt̨́h̴e̴͜r̴̡ ͡w͜͠͠ou͞l̸̴̛d͝͡ ̀͞h̶ą̸̧v̸́e ̧b̸ee̶͜͝n ͝ẃ͠o͠n͝d̵̶ę̷r̴̵̛f̵̛͘u̷̢l̛͢
͏̕Wha҉͠҉t͠͠ ̡͝a̶͘ ̨s͠͞h͘ąm̸̶̕e
҉W͢͟h̡͢a̡t̶ ̨a̸͡ ̴̧t͏̀ę́͘r̢r̡͟i̷͘b̵͝͞l̵͘e̶̵͡,͝ ̸́ţ͏͏er̕r͟͢͝i͏̷̢b҉̛͜lè͘ ̴s͞͡͡há͠m͢e҉​

​
"I know," Alex said. "Come here." He held out his hand.

Like a child obeying a parent, PARIAH stepped close. Alex gently touched PARIAH's cheek.

T͕͖̝͇̟̪̳̲̣͚͉͔̗̺̩̾͌̒̈̀̊̋̋̒͒̅͒ͭ̋́̕e̸̵̅ͨ͗̈ͣ̾̀͂͆̽̾ͦ͆ͭ͋̍́̚͝͏͕̬̻̺͚̞̗ͅͅl̸̢̟̝̞̘̜͙̜̖̭̼̫̲̮̜̞̎̽̍̔ͣ̾̽̎͊ͣ̇̚͡ͅļ̪̳̤̗̠̮̭̤̞͚̦̍ͨ̒͊ͣͭ͆̓̾͆̚͠ ̔̂̃ͤ͑̈̅ͨ̔̒̌̊͏̴̣̜̲͉͎̜̪̖̮̯̱̮̗́̀͞y̶̨̫̞̳͖̜̤̓̽̓͂́ͬͬ̃͡o̸̴͕̱̦̦̠̊ͦͩͤͫͨ͊ͭ̀͜͝u̒̇ͥͧ͌̎͋̆̈ͧͩ͂ͨ̎ͩ̂̂҉̧͘҉̣̦͚̼͙̣̣rͬ̐͐̊͛̒ͦ͐̃̽̋̓ͤ̿ͦͦ̚͏̭̹͉̼͙̺̝͈̞̞̦͘͜͟͝ ̢̧̢̛̮̗͈̻͍͍̦̥͕̹̳̺͚̘̱ͣͯ̔̾ͪ̓ͮ͋ͣͫ̔̓̔̊ͣ̚͜ͅm̴̝͈̠̗͚͚̭̜̞̯͚͙͒̇͑͐̿̿̍͗́̌͌̑̈́̐̆͆́̚̕͠ơ̴̰̣̦̤͉̤̫̤͚̥̩̮̹͖̖͓̈́̐̈́ͦ̿̑͂̂́t̷͓̻̠̭̳̯͉̬̮͈̠͕͒͛̍͊͂̄͛̔͑̅̚͝ͅh̵̩̺͖͉̩͕͙̟͕̠̩̤̭͗ͣ̌̇͜͡ͅe͗̓ͥͥ̇͌̔҉͖͓͙͎̜̼͕̦̩̞͈̪͇̭̖͖̱̜͞r̴̷̡̯͇̳̩̥͈̪̖͉̭̦̓ͫ̓͂͂͞ͅ ̸̢͕͈̤̻͈̩̀̈́ͩ̽ͨͫ͢͟I̵̖͙̺̩͇͍͎͓͎͍̭̱͖̟͙̩͈̊̍͊̄̿̓̌ͨ̎̑́̾ͨͮͪͥ̿ͨ͢͝ ̫̪̯͇̤̪̝͚̣̘̯̝̉ͩ͊́̂ͯ̽̒ͩͩ̾́̍ͩ̇̎ͧͣ͢͡ş̴̩̘̼͈͇͇̟̝̣͕̮̼̭̤͒̉́̎ͬ͘͟͢ͅa̵̬̟̹̪̮̍ͤ̌̍̆̔͋į͈̗͎͈̩͓̯͖͎̺̬̰͔̽̉̔́ͥ̐͐̈́͢d̴̨̢̛̺̙̼͈̩̬̗͚̫̰̥̹̤̖̳̞̳̜ͣ͋̂͐̃̃ͧ̌̐͞ ̸̡̠̟̲̞̬̱̙͚̭ͪͬ́̆̐̑ͫ͂͡h̴̢̉ͤͫ̆̑͐ͬ͏̴̰̰͙͍̥̭̲͚̦͎̲̜͇͉͠ͅͅîͥ̑͌̄̍͌͏̡̢҉̢͙̣̱͉̲̩̞​

​
Alex smiled.

"I will."

95

 

[Yukari]

96

Writer's block sucks.

 

[donavannj]

97. Writer's block is a huge pain if you've got a deadline to meet.

 

[Fairy Tale~]

98 Writers block sucks even if you don't have a deadline.

 

[Twilight-kun]

99

I just write terrible romance when I have writers block

 

[Pokestick good times.]

100

so can february come quicker so I can play all these 3DS rpgs or

 

[donavannj]

101. Can February keep holding itself off? I've got so much to do in January yet. Especially since Funimation is losing the release rights to Baccano!.

 

[Pokestick good times.]

102

never mind don, february

come, come