The CHALLENGE chugs on!

[jseah]

An experimental story: The War of Cards (RRL exclusive, awaiting approval)

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[Artman77]

Here's my six.

[LeSwordfish]

Day one: A TF2 Spawnroom (for the before picture, imagine a bare box with a door.
Day 2-6: five more pages of playscript here. Note that there's some (mild, but would be forum-censored) language in there. If the mods would prefer, I can PM it.

[Glass Mouse]

Status for the week August 10 - 16!


Glass Mouse passes with a Genre Unsavvy strip, and 3-4 pages of novel writings littered with greying and blackening references.

Lycunadari passes with six grey-sky photos.

Allan Dotson passes with a new Critters page, an imp, a displacer beast, a steampunk lady, a boared orc, a spaceship, and a hoodie Spiderman.

Cuthalion didn't upload/send me anything.

Artman77 passes with two old-people studies, one fox saying something which I do not know, and a four-part piece of walking into the grey.

LeSwordfish passes with a TF2 spawnroom and five pages of playwriting.

TheWombatOfDoom passes with Majora's Mask Point Race episode 9.

Mahonri Violist is out due to disappearance.

jseah passes with 2604 words of Hero's War and 1369 words of experimental story writings.


Thus, Cuthalion FAILS this round!

Glass Mouse, Lycunadari, Allan Dotson, Artman77, LeSwordfish, TheWombatOfDoom, and jseah PASS this round!


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Glass Mouse
Current run: 251 weeks
Longest run: -
Themes: 5 weeks

Lycunadari
Current run: 136 weeks
Longest run: -
Themes: 2 weeks

Allan Dotson
Current run: 50 weeks
Longest run: -
Themes: -

Cuthalion
Current run: -
Longest run: 21 weeks
Themes: -

Artman77
Current run: 4 weeks
Longest run: 13 weeks
Themes: 4 weeks

LeSwordfish
Current run: 8 weeks
Longest run: 5 weeks
Themes: -

TheWombatOfDoom
Current run: 8 weeks
Longest run: 71 weeks
Themes: -

Mahonri Violist
Current run: -
Longest run: 6 weeks
Themes: -

jseah
Current run: 8 weeks
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This week's theme (August 17 - 23) hasn't been chosen yet, so it is up for grabs.

Next week's theme is chosen by Artman77 - let me know in PM or this thread, and I'll include it in the next status.

[Artman77]

I'm not going to ninja the theme this time: You guys have 24 hours.

[Glass Mouse]

I'm not going to ninja the theme this time: You guys have 24 hours.

Ha! I love it!

(though if it's meant for this week, it is indeed an act of ninja)

[Lycunadari]

I wont have internet for the rest of the week, and don't know when on Sunday I'll be home, so my uploads for this week might be a bit late.

[Artman77]

Going once.. Going twice...

[Artman77]

Theme: celebrity

[Cuthalion]

Oh you meant we had 24 hours to pick a theme. I thought that was the theme.

[Artman77]

Oh you meant we had 24 hours to pick a theme. I thought that was the theme.

Balderdash!! That would have been super-creative! Unfortunately my creativity lies mostly in the visual arts and "grand scheme" types of ideas. I missed the bus for Witty Prose.

[TheWombatOfDoom]

Majora's Mask Point Race - Episode 10 - Time is Rolling On

[jseah]

As of midnight:

2125 words: unfinished Hero's War chapter
Completed, see next post

950 words: Unfinished Culture-40k post

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Alison woke up in what appeared to be a long street. Really woke up this time, the bits around her didn't feel like other parts of her unlike the white space.
The street was a simple tarmac that might have been familiar in any one of the cities but Alison saw nothing else that she might have recognized. The buildings were clearly physically impossible, with flying arches and floating balconies that dotted the skyline, and not much in the way of foundation. They were designed in some artist's view of aesthetics than actual architectural possibility.
On the other hand, she was right here after all. So it must exist somewhere. Alison wondered if this place was where the Chaos cultists had taken over, it would explain the floating buildings.
One of the people she had been aware of on the street was approaching quickly. They didn't look like anything, somehow Alison's eyes kept slipping off to one side and she never managed to see what exactly they looked like.
She was so confused that she forgot to step out of the way and that person was about to-
Alison turned around to look at the receding person, still walking down the street without a care. That- That person just walked straight through her?! Their shoulders should have at least bumped, but she hadn't felt anything at all.
"Hey there," a voice called out to her from behind. She turned to it.
The voice belonged to the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. More than the best pictures of the Emperor even, those were drawn to be imposing rather than attractive. Strangely enough, if asked, she wouldn't have been able to describe him. Maybe black hair?
She shook her head at the apparition, aware that she had been staring for a few seconds now. "Yes?" she asked.
"Are you a reset?" the man asked, "you look a little lost. And surprised. "
"What's a reset?" Alison asked back, "I'm a little new here. "
"A reset is a voluntary memory wipe," the man said, "some people do that because they get bored. Or they want to forget some things. The trouble with resets and new people is that they behave mostly the same. "
"I don't think I've lost any memories," Alison said, trying to recall any holes. No mysterious gaps in her memory revealed themselves.
"Most resets don't think they do either," the man said, "but I have a way to tell. Give me access. "
She just looked at him in confusion, "Access?"
He raised an eyebrow, "you don't even know that? Wow, you really must be a new joinee, or a seriously thorough wipe. You bring up your admin panel and target me with Grant Access. "
"Admin panel?" Alison was about to shake her head and blinked as a translucent blue rectangle unfolded out of the air in front of her, "uh, is that it?"
He shook his head with a smile, "your admin panel is only visible to you. But yes, the default method is to say the words. "
Grant Access huh? Alison wondered what it did but tried it anyway. He sounded like he knew what he was doing, and while Alison was fairly sure she wasn't a reset, she had to learn more about this place.
The man blinked twice rapidly and blurred a little.
"So you are a newbie," he muttered, "you just gave me full access. Not even resets would do that. "
"Is that bad?" Alison asked.
"It's far too much trust," he said, "I could seriously mess with your head under full access. Of course, that's morally equivalent to murder but some people... have differing opinions and rather looser morals. The Republic takes exception of course, it's illegal but also hard to prove without going all thought police. "
"But what do you mean by mess with my head?" Alison asked.
The man wrinkled his nose then brightened up as he thought of something. A snap of his fingers and the scenery around them suddenly changed to a cozy room lined with carpets and couches.
"For one thing, I can drag you along with me when I move," the man said, "it's not just messing with your head. Full access means I can do anything to you that you can do to yourself. Very dangerous to give to strangers. Oh, you should know that moving other people is impolite even if the other person gave you access rights. You're supposed to leave a gate or trail for the other to follow. "
Alison shivered. That sounded bad but... "But why is it equivalent to murder?" she asked again.
The man stared at her for a long while in sheer incredulity. Then he smiled ruefully. "Easiest way is to just show you, huh? I hope you can forgive me after this," he waved a hand and the blue Admin Panel still floating in front of her suddenly changed. There was a box with a single name in it, with Full Access written next to it.
The name was curiously blurred out. "You can't see my name because I'm editing it out of your sight. And memory too," the man said, "don't get me wrong, I'm just protecting myself. The Republic really doesn't like messing with people's heads, if you went to the police I could get into alot of trouble. "
Huh. Alison poked at the name a few times but even if she could trace all the lines, and perhaps copy it onto paper, the letters refused to form into words.

[Artman77]

Almost forgot to upload my stuff. Tumblr again. Link in sig.

This week's theme: Military

[LeSwordfish]

*fifteen minutes late with starbucks*

This week I wrote four pages of playscript: Here
I also released a new version of my map: Full details here. I think there's two "day's" worth of work here: one on the general fixes and changes - including updated lighting and considerable gameplay tweaks - and one on the detailed spawnroom.

[jseah]

That reminds me, I did also do a map for Hero's War, which is why my chapter is late.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/24wuzghptu...tated.png?dl=0


Also, the chapter is posted now. 2328 words by FP count.

[Cuthalion]

I forgot to post absence last week, so two weeks of stuff. I think about six are from this week, though. You only have to name those.

[Glass Mouse]

The week of August 17 - 23 is calling, and it wants its… creativity back? Yeah, I dunno where I was going with that.


Glass Mouse passes with a Genre Unsavvy strip, and 18 pages of novel writings, including a scene wherein celebrity parents play a pivotal role.

Lycunadari passes with six pretty nature photos.

Allan Dotson passes with a Critters page, a bugbear, a P.A.N.D.A. armor, a fungus man, a tiny lego town, Pegasus, a chimera, a spacesuit Princess Bubblegum, and a mouse-riding fairy.

Cuthalion didn’t upload/send me anything.

Artman77 passes with one Sean Penn, and three rows of face studies.

LeSwordfish passes with four pages of playscript, and a new map version.

TheWombatOfDoom passes with Majora’s Mask Point Race episode 10.

jseah passes with 950 words of Culture-40k post, one fantasy map, and 2328 words of Hero’s War.


Thus, Cuthalion FAILS this round!

Glass Mouse, Lycunadari, Allan Dotson, Artman77, LeSwordfish, TheWombatOfDoom, and jseah PASS this round!


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Glass Mouse
Current run: 252 weeks
Longest run: -
Themes: 6 weeks

Lycunadari
Current run: 137 weeks
Longest run: -
Themes: -

Allan Dotson
Current run: 51 weeks
Longest run: -
Themes: 1 week

Cuthalion
Current run: 21 weeks (pending 2)
Longest run: 13 weeks
Themes: -

Artman77
Current run: 5 weeks
Longest run: 13 weeks
Themes: 5 weeks

LeSwordfish
Current run: 9 weeks
Longest run: 5 weeks
Themes: -

TheWombatOfDoom
Current run: 9 weeks
Longest run: 71 weeks
Themes: -

jseah
Current run: 9 weeks
Longest run: -
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This week's theme (August 24 - 31), chosen by Artman77, is Military.

Next week's theme is chosen by LeSwordfish - let me know in PM or this thread, and I'll include it in the next status.

Balderdash!! That would have been super-creative! Unfortunately my creativity lies mostly in the visual arts and "grand scheme" types of ideas. I missed the bus for Witty Prose.

Either way, ‘tis your curse now! Whether you want to or not, you will feed us story and art prompts ‘til the end of time. We’re gonna have to thank you in our Nobel prize speeches. Bear this cross nobly.

I forgot to post absence last week, so two weeks of stuff. I think about six are from this week, though. You only have to name those.

I don’t see any?

Also, I’m seriously bouncing the idea of introducing a system for tardiness. I hate-hate-hate bringing down the hammer on anyone, so making a 100% standard system for disappearances has worked perfectly. Tardiness is a more complicated problem, but I’ll try to think of something that relies a little less on my own gut feeling.

[LeSwordfish]

Personally I thought it was quite a clever theme when it was slated by Artman: i'll suggest 24 Hours.

[Cuthalion]

Blugh. I didn't get around to this. I apologize.

[Artman77]

Also, I’m seriously bouncing the idea of introducing a system for tardiness. I hate-hate-hate bringing down the hammer on anyone, so making a 100% standard system for disappearances has worked perfectly. Tardiness is a more complicated problem, but I’ll try to think of something that relies a little less on my own gut feeling.

Hey, I actually did my artwork for the week that one time, but I FORGOT to upload it, and I took my failure like a man. Why? Because number one, it says the title of the thread reads "CHALLENGE" in all caps, and number two, that's how it works in the real world. If you turn in an assignment late, there are consequences. As bad as you feel "bringing down the hammer" on someone, it has to happen or it wouldn't be a challenge. The fear of the hammer is the only motivational factor I have to really even do my artwork every week, and if you say I can turn my stuff in late, I'll lose that motivation.

Long-winded explanation aside, I vote in favor of a no-tardiness policy. Whether this is Sunday, 12 a.m. PST, or merely "before Glass Mouse posts" I would enforce the deadline. Really, I think we should have our stuff done by Saturday night so you can post during any hour of the day on Sunday when you're free.

LeSwordfish: Thanks. It will be fun for me to think in more abstract terms.

[Lissou]

I know I'm not part of the challenge anymore, but personally I think I'd be in favour of a "catching up" thing where if you miss the deadline, but post the work for that week on top of the work for the next week, it's counted retroactively (but it wouldn't add up for longer than that). But it might be trickier to keep track of, and you could argue that's not what this challenge is about. Still, throwing it out there.

[Cuthalion]

I'm also in favor of the hammer. More motivation there too. If you must have a middle ground, just give half a point or something.

[jseah]

If the time is clearly defined (eg. 12 midnight Sunday PST), I support the hammer as well.

[Lycunadari]

The internet at my grandparent's place turned from slow and unstable to dead yesterday (I'm using mum's ipad atm), so I wont be able to upload anything today. I'll upload everything when I get home on wednesday.

[TheWombatOfDoom]

Majora's Mask Point Race - Episode 11 - Ocean's Eleven

[Glass Mouse]

Thanks for the opinions, everyone!

All the current members who voiced their opinion support the hammer. As do I, personally. I really like Lissou's idea from a management perspective, but it's for something that's not the CHALLENGE. Soft deadlines take away the punch of the project.
That said, the important part is still that people actually do their creative works, so I'm a little hesitant to go full-on zero-tolerance hammer on upload time. Not opposed, just hesitant.

SO! THE THRILLING CONCLUSION:


Compromise time! Upload-preventing circumstances will still be accomodated, but much more rarely. If you have a vacation, or a power outage, or an emergency, then write and let me know. However, if you do so, you then cannot "cash in" another late week for the next X amount of weeks.
If you give advance notice, that X is 8 weeks.
If you do not give advance notice, that X is 20 weeks.

Everything else is subject to the hammer.

Also, to sweeten the deal, I'll throw in another portrait prize to anyone who makes it to week 26 without a single late week.

And the deadline is, as it has always been, Sunday wherever you are. That's the hard deadline. Sometimes I have no way to determine when something was uploaded in between now and the last time I checked, but whenever there's a timestamp, I use that to determine. I will be more vigilant about that in the future to avoid deadline-creep.

I hope that's an acceptable solution for everyone.

[jseah]

Two fragments of a Hero's War chapter I have yet to stitch together. (11.30pm Sunday where I am now)

I blame KSP for my general lateness in chapter completion. =P

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The Corbin mansion was unimpressive. A three storey stone building, cut much like the Academy's, with a flat facade that was supposed to be imposing and powerful, but came off to Cato as inadequate. Its aged unpainted surface was worn smooth and the balcony overlooking the approach through the garden was looking a little droopy. The flowers on the garden were just normal flowers, not especially pretty but not shabby either.
Besides, no matter how impressive the building appeared, Cato wouldn't be unless it had a flush toilet. This town didn't even have a sewer system. Cato sometimes wondered how these people put up with the stink, but perhaps that was why perfume of some sort seemed to be one of the first purchases of anyone with some money.
There were guards at the gates, armed and armoured with very much functional weapons. They were expected however and the two men waved Cato and Landar through with only a cursory check of their names. They didn't even look inside Cato's document case.
"You are expected," the maid at the front door said, "please come in, Mayor Corbin is in the drawing room and she expects your company before dinner. "
Cato nodded his thanks, Landar following silently behind him. The inside of the house was comfortably cool and well cleaned by the six maids who were even now still furiously cleaning every available surface. But the walls and floor were still just cut stone and the candles lighting the rooms were essentially just fancier ones than the single stick that Cato had.
Well, he was here to fix that.

"Ah, you have arrived!" the woman who greeted him at the drawing room was presumably the Mayor of Corbin. There were two other men waiting in cushioned seats placed around a large table set with sweets and minty tea. The room itself was a touch more luxurious than the rest of the mansion, with a carpet spread under the furniture and soft candlelight oozing out behind shades.
All three of them wore the same ridiculous looking puffy sleeved shirts and pants, except for Corbin who was wearing a well embroidered ankle length skirt.
Mayor Corbin was a thin woman with a head of greying hair, and a sharp pair of eyes and nose. The wrinkles on her face told of her age but their gentle touch showed her a true woman of the nobility, untouched by hard labour or back breaking duties.
"I am Mayor Corbin, it is good to meet you at last," she said, nodding to Cato in the traditional greeting. Cato returned it and she turned to the other two men.
"This is Mayor Selabia," she introduced the first man. He was large and round, that reminded Cato of Kalny although Selabia didn't have black hair. Clearly none of them had any Tsarian ancestry. The man nodded at Cato, not bothering to rise from his seat, and popped another sweet into his mouth. There was a crunching sound as he crushed the hard sweet between his teeth.
"And this is my son, Horast Rui," she gestured at the other man. He had brown eyes like his mother, but the man looked bored and uninterested. He paid more attention to Landar and Cato wasn't sure if he liked the look in the man's eyes. Landar didn't either and frowned at Horast. He broke eye contact.
"I'm Landar," Landar introduced herself, "I appreciate your invitation for dinner. "
Mayor Corbin smiled and set about pouring them a cup of tea each as they took a seat. There were no servants in the drawing room.
Cato asked Landar, "why are the mayors called that? Were their towns named after their ancestor?"
"In Ektal, the noble who rules the land takes its name. So when Horast Rui inherits this town and its land from his mother, he will become Corbin Rui," Landar explained. She muttered to herself, "much good does it do to make them care about the land though. "
"May that not happen soon," Mayor Selabia said.
Mayor Corbin nodded, "let's talk about your recent achievements, Cato. Kalny is preserving food in glass bottles and Mason Muller is obsessed with building bigger and bigger bridges. Both of them point to you as a key factor in helping their work. And despite what the Ironworkers say, we suspect the new cast iron is yours too. "
Cato nodded, "that much is true. I also talked to a Mr Razzi about better ways to make paper. I believe he has started construction upriver of Selabia. "
"Indeed," Selabia said, "I am expecting much from him. "
"So, we would like to talk about what you are doing and how," Corbin continued, "it is clear to us that you must have uncovered a stash of knowledge from the First. "
Cato frowned, he didn't like where this was going.
"We want you to sell it to us," Corbin said, "it can be very worthwhile for you, without any of the risks of talking to the merchants. "
Cato raised an eyebrow. "But if it is not a stash of knowledge?" Cato asked.
"We are nobles you know, it would be to your advantage if we could trust your words," Selabia cut in.
"He means that you shouldn't lie to us," Corbin shot the man a look, "no one can create this many changes, improvements that change things as much as my father saw in his entire life. Unless you're claiming to be a genius. "
"Not a genius," Cato said carefully, "I really haven't got anything from the First, but let's say I do have some special knowledge that isn't written down. You couldn't buy the knowledge itself but you can pay me to help you. In fact, that's what I was going to propose over dinner. "
"Nonsense! You can't possibly-"
Corbin cut off Selabia's outburst with a wave of her hand. "Let us hear what you have to say first," Corbin said, "we should try to understand each other's position before negotiating. "
Cato nodded and took out his notes. The farmers here only used manure as fertilizer and irrigation was unheard of. Depending on the location and how hard the ground was, cast iron plows might help too, as would a double plow pulled by more one Reki. And the seeds of Wind Eyes were currently cast by hand, Cato could probably devise a simple seed drill linked to wheels on the plow itself.
Cato wasn't sure how much increased yield the farmers could achieve with these Earth inventions, for all he knew they weren't suitable for Wind Eyes. But the saving in labour would at least increase the farmable land area.
"But chief among all these ventures we can try is a laboratory," Cato explained, "too much of this is guesswork on my part, I don't know how much they will help, if at all. If I can get funds to perform experiments, my ideas will work better and help more. In particular, I know very little of magic and a laboratory would help a lot. "
The two mayors frowned at the papers spread across the table. Some parts contained more detail than others, projections of yield increases, animal driven irrigation pump diagrams and plows were well defined, crucial measurements made in Cato's own set of units were less detailed or even left out entirely. Landar had told him not to give away all his ideas when presenting them.
"But I also heard you can make steel," Corbin said, "I would have thought you would want impress us with that. "
Cato blinked. But the nobility were supposed to be more interested in farming? He shook his head, "I'm sorry, I didn't bring my notes for those. "
"What about this bowgun we heard about from Wendy's Fort?" she asked again.
"That rightly belongs to Landar," Cato said.
Landar stepped forward, "the bowgun is a simple mechanism but not many alchemists can make one. It takes some skill to be able to create the trigger block and there are deficiencies in the construction that make accuracy poor. Besides, I don't see why you would be interested in one, no battlemage would have any use for it. "
They sat there in silence for a moment, Cato had a feeling they were a little disappointed. "Give us some time to discuss this," Corbin said. She gestured at the door, "can you wait in the neighbouring room until we are done?"
"Certainly. "

"Landar, I thought you said they would be more interested in farming?" Cato asked Landar once the servant had left them alone in the side room. "These two seem to want to make steel. "
"I'm not sure," Landar said, "the nobles back in the Central Territories where I grew up always complained that us Iris could never help in the farming. And the nobility are never interested in the Ironworkers. "
"So these two are different," Cato said, getting up to pace. What if these two nobles actually wanted to learn how to make steel? He might be able to sell them on the Bessmer furnace, instead of their impossible demand for everything he knew. That stack of books he had painstakingly written wasn't going to be easy to recreate, nor were they complete. "What do they actually want?" he wondered aloud.
"I suspect they're not looking for money," Landar said, "I was watching them while you talked and they only appeared slightly interested in increased yields. You may not have noticed Selabia's eyes when she mentioned steel, but they lit up with as much greed as I've ever seen in any merchant. "
"To build a new industry from ground up is very difficult," Cato added, "much less if the Ironworkers are trying to sabotage it. I'm sure the nobility can protect their own operations better than Kalny but still. "
"They are concerned about something else," Landar said, "I don't know enough about the politics to say what though. "

"What do you think?"
Selabia looked at the woman and just shrugged. Her son Horast said lazily, "I think he's telling the truth. There is no such stash. Either that or he has memorized it. "
It went without saying that memorizing the knowledge and destroying all copies was a perfect method to prevent theft.
"The bowgun could be a possibility," Selabia said, "together with steel, we could arm a militia. One that Minmay can't ignore. "
"Are you sure you should be having the paper mill? Its starting to sound like I should be making the paper and you the steel. "
"I'm the one with the river," Selabia grunted, "even if the iron ore comes through me, you still have nearby forests to make charcoal from. Razzi won't move to Corbin anyway, he has a sister here. "
"What about the grain?" Horast said, "those were ideas I've never heard of before. Not even in the stories. "
"They're no good," his mother said, "our farmland is too constrained. Corbin by the Death Marsh and Selabia by the Snow Wall. Minmay will benefit more than us. "
"So about the bowguns?" Selabia brought the conversation back to his preferred topic.
"They might work," Corbin said, "it'll be tricky, training bowguns to face off against battlemages but it could be done with enough people and arrows. The steel should help. "
"But how do we prevent Minmay from developing the same bowguns?" Horast said.
"We need him then," Selabia said, "we can't buy out the stash if it doesn't exist so we need to keep Cato to ourselves. "
They looked at each other. Then Corbin finally nodded and rung the bell for a servant.

"Your proposal is very interesting," Corbin said as she wiped a bit of oily sauce from her lips.
"I don't see why we had to wait until dinner to discuss it," Cato complained a little but still ate anyway. The paka steak was quite delicious, a welcome change from the usual bread. Of course, the nobility would have better food, although Cato winced at the thought of the cost.
"We had to make some arrangements and verify your claims," Corbin said, "you understand of course. "

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Danine crept across the roof slowly and carefully, her furry tail sticking up from the tiles like a giant question mark. Below, in the alley, the three rather familiar bullies were passing around a few stolen (lemons) and generally having a laugh.
Their banter drifted to the mention of Fukas and Danine’s ears flicked. That was the only outward sign of distress she gave.
“That little girl kept mewling, like some kind of animal,” the big leader boy said.
“My papa always said they weren’t people. And he’s in the (Red Hand),” the smallest of the trio added, “What did you do after you got her?”
“She was good for nothing,” the big boy spat on the ground, “No matter how I nudged her, she just wouldn’t do anything. “
“Did you push her down?” said the other boy. The fat one, Danine liked to refer to him, even though he was more bulky than fat.
“Ew, no. Who knows what sort of monster diseases they could have?” the leader spat again, “I hoped to get a show, what do animals need clothing for eh? But she wouldn’t listen no matter how many times I hit her. I got nothing but some (centi-Rime). Couldn’t hold her down with less than both hands. “
“We should have been there, then you can get some action,” the fat one said.
Danine crept away in silence.

Her heart was not silent however. Not as she beheld the small girl trying to squeeze herself into the corner, a ragged tail wrapped around her neck. Tim hadn’t had much success trying to approach her for the last hour, which was what sent Danine out to track down the bullies.
More like little gang members in training, she thought.
“How many Fukas are there in Corbin?”

[LeSwordfish]

Six models painted, and I didn't need to scramble to do it, so it's been a nice relaxing week! Didn't quite get them done within 24 hours, though.

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EDIT: I will make the pictures smaller and the right way up! Done! New phone, no idea how to use the camera.

[Cuthalion]

I'm going to be gone next week. Monday-Tuesday, most likely.

Of note: I think we should make a line between tardiness ("oh sorry, i'm late") and vacations ("hey, I'm going to be out of town for two weeks").

One is avoidable and should be punished, the other usually isn't.