Missed this one.

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Trying to catch up.

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Attempting to catch up.

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There's a doins a transpirin.

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Here's today's. It's quite the turning point in the story.

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Here's another.

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Missed posting this one until now.

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I missed yesterday, so I'll have to catch up sometime.

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Continue reading "Chap. 8 - (NaNoWriMo 11/4)"

Robots, yelling, and some variousness.

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I'm attempting to do NaNoWriMo this year. You never know if I'll bitch out early or what, but at least for now I'm going for it.

I'm breaking the rules and turning my volcano god stories into something novel length, so I'm not starting from the beginning from scratch. Deal with it. Click on for the story.

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Continue reading "Chap. 6 - (NaNoWriMo 11/1)"

I got me a new site, with some forums..

And there was a butcher who lived on Ransom. Being a butcher was a bit like therapy for him. He liked carving up nuts and gardening worms. Remember these are bird people? Anyway, that has nothing to do with the story. Once upon a time, society built a robot. Wait, that's no good either. It wasn't a robot, more of an synthetic yet organic lifeform. I'm getting way ahead of myself. People, er, birds went from interviewing the lava god after giving him some native Ransom reading material to somehow featuring him on his own call in radio show every week. They still didn't have a name for their planet.

"Hi, yes, I have a question for the volcano god .."

"Go ahead chirper, you're on the air - ask away."

"What should we call our planet?"

YOU DON'T HAVE A NAME FOR IT?

"Heh, not really VG, no one can ever decide on one."

THAT'S PRETTY WEIRD

"I guess it is-"

WE USED TO CALL IT RANSOM

"What? Wait, what did you say? Ransom?"

The volcano god paused for a minute, turned around nervously, as nervous as a creature made from lava can be, and then answered. More quickly than normal.

OOPS

"Ransom, why that? Who's we?"

NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL YOU

"Why not? Are we in trouble -"

NO MAN, THEY'RE ALL DEAD

"Dead? Why did you-"

LEADERS PAID OFF SOME GUYS ONCE WITH IT

"Paid-"

THEY WERE BAD GUYS

"B-"

PLANET WAS EMPTY BACK THEN

"Are you-"

NAW MAN YOU GUYS DIDN'T COME FROM THEM

"How are you answering so f-"

I CAN GO FASTER, IT'S JUST NOT CHILL

"C-"

HARSHES ME OUT

"Who were these bad guys?"

LONG GONE

"Why can't you tell us more?"

TOO DANGEROUS

"You are? The planet is?"

KNOWLEDGE IS

Carl piped in. "This is too weird. I need to lie down."

"Shut up Carl we're rolling! V- Where'd he go?" But he'd disappeared into the base of the volcano. No one saw him for the next week. "Ransom eh? That kind of sucks."

"Well it's better than nothing, plus it's what they called it, whoever or whatever they were."

"I guess so."

Word spread quickly. The planet was officially ratified as being named "Ransom" within three days.

That's how it started. Like a pinprick, a little mosquito bite. Just a tidbit of information. Then, they thirsted for more.

I've got it so fascinating in here that the carpet cleaners came back the whole goddamned week! Pull it over. You got to pull it over - the garbage bag. Pull it over, start a little bluff, and then a rumor sets in. They say if you don't wake up ready for a chart ... you're nobody. It was the fourth day of transmission. I thought I was ready. Kids don't touch these places. She pulled the alarm! Call the robber barons. I've been stabbed in the study. I saw a light out of the corner of my eye; bit my tongue. It got me. It got me! Do you have a pan? Yeah but I can't bring it on the plane. You know it's not like me. They wouldn't let me on. You'll have to find another containment beam.

They were soon ankle-foot deep in all the world's children. Maybe get off, change the channel, put your t-shirt back on first. Well I tried but I was leaning forward at an angle. I almost slipped off the balcony. Drooled on myself. Drooled on my fingers. Hallucinating, drinking invisible cans of soda. She was there, watching me, laughing at me. That's because of the rules. Here's the visions these arcades do: jealousy. Jealousy, perhaps.

Some of them were held captive for twenty years. Twenty years they did this to my friends. Think about it.

We brought them some sandwiches. I could do that without too much trouble, just had to prick each knuckle, just a small sacrifice. I could handle it. It wasn't enough. They didn't need food, they needed explanations. I couldn't give them any. Their kids were all gone.

They got them. I don't know how. They deserved the best, Romeo, and we failed them. Same look on their faces. Frozen in stone. Nothing could break the gaze. We had to leave them to die. We didn't have a choice.

I'm enclosing the last known photograph. Maybe it'll shed some light on the situation.

I still jump in my sleep. Wake up every few minutes. I'm not sure what's happening to me.

Take care of yourself.