Re: Mini-Grand 5105 (Round 1: Bernal Sphere Upsilon)
08-25-2011, 10:06 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.
An author sat hunched over his keyboard, intent on the screen in front of him. He rubbed his eyes; he'd been at this nearly all night and he couldn't figure out what to do next. He squinted for a few seconds at the screen, then shrugged. It was just a rough draft; if it wasn't working, he should probably just start over. He selected all the text on the screen, his finger hovering over the backspace key.
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Cadan quickly reached Miasma, who had elected to hide behind a wall in greeting. Cadan fumbled with Dena for a moment, the idea of tapping Miasma on the shoulder popping into his head, making him intent on that until he realized he wasn't sure if Miasma even had shoulders. He settled for calling out to it, calling it um let's just start a new paragraph here.
He settled for calling out to it. "Hey, cloud...guard thing!"
It paused. "Are you...referring to me?"
Cadan rolled his eyes. "No, I'm referring to the other cloud guardian. Yes, I'm talking to you!" He idly wondered why he had assumed it would be quick on its feet.
"I am not a...cloud guardian. Whatever that is. Or perhaps I am?" it mused. "Since I don't know what it is, I could very well be one and not realize it."
Cadan glanced behind him, an inexplicable feeling of dread coming over him as he saw Domino strolling towards him. "Whatever you are, I need help. That thing is...umm...well, I'm pretty sure it's dangerous. I need to help Dena but I don't know how. You seem out of place enough to maybe know what to do about it."
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The author pulled his finger back after a few moments of contemplation. It was a rough draft, after all, and you don't delete your rough drafts; you saved them for later in case you wanted to go back and look at an idea you'd had but that hadn't really panned out. He moved his mouse over to the File menu, then selected Save As, and began to think of an appropriate filename.
Then, a computer virus his PC had contracted through an email he'd been foolish enough to open decided to activate itself, and his computer crashed, the letters "ROUGH DRAFT TERMINATED" appearing on his screen.
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Before Miasma could answer, Cadan made a choking noise, dropping Dena and following her descent to the floor, where he proceeded to vomit blood, clutching his chest. His feet began to disappear, and the vanishing followed up his legs until his head was gone, leaving only bloody vomit on the floor to show he'd ever existed.
An author sat hunched over his keyboard, intent on the screen in front of him. He rubbed his eyes; he'd been at this nearly all night and he couldn't figure out what to do next. He squinted for a few seconds at the screen, then shrugged. It was just a rough draft; if it wasn't working, he should probably just start over. He selected all the text on the screen, his finger hovering over the backspace key.
---
Cadan quickly reached Miasma, who had elected to hide behind a wall in greeting. Cadan fumbled with Dena for a moment, the idea of tapping Miasma on the shoulder popping into his head, making him intent on that until he realized he wasn't sure if Miasma even had shoulders. He settled for calling out to it, calling it um let's just start a new paragraph here.
He settled for calling out to it. "Hey, cloud...guard thing!"
It paused. "Are you...referring to me?"
Cadan rolled his eyes. "No, I'm referring to the other cloud guardian. Yes, I'm talking to you!" He idly wondered why he had assumed it would be quick on its feet.
"I am not a...cloud guardian. Whatever that is. Or perhaps I am?" it mused. "Since I don't know what it is, I could very well be one and not realize it."
Cadan glanced behind him, an inexplicable feeling of dread coming over him as he saw Domino strolling towards him. "Whatever you are, I need help. That thing is...umm...well, I'm pretty sure it's dangerous. I need to help Dena but I don't know how. You seem out of place enough to maybe know what to do about it."
---
The author pulled his finger back after a few moments of contemplation. It was a rough draft, after all, and you don't delete your rough drafts; you saved them for later in case you wanted to go back and look at an idea you'd had but that hadn't really panned out. He moved his mouse over to the File menu, then selected Save As, and began to think of an appropriate filename.
Then, a computer virus his PC had contracted through an email he'd been foolish enough to open decided to activate itself, and his computer crashed, the letters "ROUGH DRAFT TERMINATED" appearing on his screen.
---
Before Miasma could answer, Cadan made a choking noise, dropping Dena and following her descent to the floor, where he proceeded to vomit blood, clutching his chest. His feet began to disappear, and the vanishing followed up his legs until his head was gone, leaving only bloody vomit on the floor to show he'd ever existed.
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