The World's Least Powerful Man
"Oh yes, I know *that* one. 'Ooh, noo, see, I had to have Baron Darkfire beheaded and take all his stuff, he'd implimented Droit du Seigneur,' 'Ooh, noo, see, I had to burn Count Dreadgrave at the stake and take all his stuff, he was practising witchcraft,' 'Ooh noo, I had to brick up Countess Bathory in her own castle and take all her stuff, she was eating peasants.' The winner wrote the history books to make them seem like the good guy, same as always."
Edited by dvorak on Nov 11th 2022 at 8:30:05 AM
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Actually an author's note but whatever.
Even Evil Has...Standards? Who's more evil here - Wolfang, or his rival boss in supernatural crime, Edward Marchose?
"You know, Edward," Wolfang started as he shifted in his spot on the tree branch, "You can't keep doing this. It's not exactly fair to her, y'know. Your daughter. You'll ultimately be hurting her quite a lot."
"And you're one to talk?" Edward Marchose responded, "Mr. "I Gaslight All My Sons and Daughters"...? Mr. I Run Weapons Through My Hotels? Mr. I Made My Eldest Butcher His Pet Rabbit?"
Wolfang shrugged, "Fair play. But you don't see me taking over the bodies of my offspring's dead significant others, and leading em on so they'll do your bidding. I mean, you did plan to discard her until I took action. I read your mind - I know what the dagger was for."
"Oh yes," Marchose shook his head, palming his face as he paced back and forth, "You just go full Targaryen and force disgusting inbreeding marriages."
"Says the man who plotted to make a super demon baby through his daughter. A Super-Demon that would've torn the poor thing apart," Wolfang fired back.
"Quit with the fake empathy for my daughter, Wolfang," Edward crossed his arms, "You're the one that tried to steal her soul that one time."
"I would'a given it back!" Wolfang pouted, "I just needed to see—-"
"Have either of you considered you're both morally bankrupt?" Jon Kincaid left the house behind the yard the two had been verbally sparring in front of. "Stop...trying to establish who's worse. You're both equally awful in different ways and scales."
Makes Everything 20% Cooler
Here are two parts from my seventh book, a cool moment and a sweet one. :)
The first one is also a nice Shout-Out to one of my friend Max's favorite computer games, the first Soldier of Fortune.
“The Dark Emperor will have you all tortured beyond even your darkest nightmares for your idiotic defiance,” the demon angrily warned.
“Say ‘hi’ to him for us,” Max said with an audacious grin. He quickly whipped out his Glock and shot the Blood Knight in the face. Silence now hung over the forest as the battle ended, becoming quieter as the rain slowly ended.
The second one is a nice exchange during the party at the end.
“Sure, what’s on your mind?” I asked in return.
“Well, I don’t think I say this as often as I should, but…” she began. She sounded a bit unsure of what she was saying at first, and then she tightly hugged me. I gasped with surprise at how strong she made it. “I really want to thank you for all that you’ve done for me. When I first became a ghost, I thought I was all alone, but thanks to the sport that you invented all those years ago, and the adventure you brought me on, I found a home. And more than that - a family.”
“You’re very welcome,” I smiled.
“No really, thank you. You’re like the brother I never had,” Ruby said.
“Come on, you’re making me blush,” I humorously shot back.
“At least it’s for a good reason,” Ashur chimed in.
Get down, you dirty rascal!
Here's a passage that I wrote in my Nano tonight that I'm proud of:
It's warm.
So warm.
She laid down on the flesh-made floor just to get closer to the warmth she discovered and a better listen to the drumming heart..
"Mama…" She uttered.
A lot of good things had happened to Vinnie and she didn't deny it.
However, none of it filled the gaping hole in her heart.
The one that made her long for her birth mother.
She had longed to be in her embrace again. It's been so long.
This is as close as it gets and thus she fell asleep like a baby being cradled in its mother's arms.
She's a cute red monster
"Only two sorts of people ended up at these mines. There were the people who simply had nowhere else to go. Those people were down on their luck, miserable, and impoverished, but they were practically noblemen compared to the other sort of people. That sort wasn't there because they simply needed money or because Alvalor was their home village. They were there because they were criminals, and in the choice between a lifetime of labor or a lifetime in a military prison camp, they had chosen the lifetime of labor.
Makaroy was one of those people."
I'm proud of this entire chapter, but I like the way this part in particular sounds.
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"When you put it like that it sounds kind of absurd." Ingrid said, rubbing her chin.
"Yeah, how did you get through that with a straight face?" Hapi added monotonously.
"A noble must be able to say anything at any time without breaking their nobley noble demeanor." Ferdinand said proudly.
Nobley noble? Ingrid echoed to herself.
"Well, you can look at evidence by-" Linhardt began but Ingrid cut him off.
"I don't need a tutorial on how to look at things, Linhardt." She whispered irritably.
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"Yep." Shepard replied simply.
Vega looked around at his companions. "Did you all know about this?"
"From the moment I stepped foot on the Normandy." Kaiden affirmed.
"That's how she signed all her reports." Garrus said.
"It's the first thing she told me." Tali added.
"I learned it when we mind melded." Liars explained.
"I think you're the only person who didn't know." Joker said smugly over the intercom.
"Simon...Cyric...whatever, he does a lot of things for Jason."
"...like?"
"Okay you have to understand this is purely rumor."
"Rumor of what?"
"You know?"
"Know what?"
"...The rooster. The rooster slowly entered the hole."
"What rooster?"
"You really don't—-fucking dammit. You're denser than lead. He's a hypocrite."
"Wha—-? Why? What rooster? What rooster even!? Why's he a hippocrates?"
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Simon Laurentine / Cyric and Jason's Relationship.
Jason of course led the team in prayer. Most attentively pressed their hands together, repeating his words, honoring their meaning... Most. Indeed, one simply pressed his hands together and faded into the noise, saying just enough gibberish to fit in.
By the end of the prayer, as the team hurried along to the locker room to await the start of the game, Simon felt an arm around his shoulder and noted Jason's smile.
"Ya know, I always feel better having you around, Simon."
Honestly, Jason? The kindest thing I can say about you is that you're a pretty face. "I'm...still just glad the basketball team took me in. You didn't have to, what with me being a former—-"
Jason shook his head, "That's behind you. Let the freaks stay in their basements..." He then thought about something, "It's...also not cool what they call you."
"What?" Simon chuckled, "Cyric? So how'd you figure—-oh. Probably extracted that your usual way. Well, a name's a name, and I help with play strategy on the team...so maybe I can just...appropriate it a bit. Simon or Cyric, either's fine." What's not so fine? The speeches. They make me sick.
"I'm glad you're not letting it weigh you down," Jason smiled as the two of them walked into the locker room. "They have to just be bitter. You don't seem like the lying type, friend."
"I mean, I can't say I've lied even once today. You're just a shining example to me." Cyric said with a smile - almost a smirk before he realized that might be a bit much. A shining example of how I get into parties. That's about all you're good for.
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Swordofknowledge
The last words of the reigning Queen of Empty Hands, one of Erwist and Serumia Cavar's direct subordinates before being brutally executed. Funny thing is, she's right—-the GOT perhaps would have just captured and interrogated her, but she wasn't talking to them. Instead, she was speaking to a hatred-fueled Vigilante Man who happened to be allied with the GOT at the time. Big difference.
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"It's kind of like saying 'I make the best fried caterpillar casserole in the world,' knowing full well it's because nobody else would be crazy enough to try making such an abomination."
Edited by dvorak on Feb 17th 2023 at 11:26:34 AM
Strepsirrhine of DOOM!
"Anything in that bag for me?" Fatima Hassan asked.
Peter reached into the bag and pulled out a wrapped sandwich. "You were right. The Chicken MacFinger Sandwich...god I want to slap whoever came up with that name...is halal."
"You rock so hard," Fatima said with a smile, taking the sandwich from him.
"If you say so."
Fatima's face fell. "You know, I really wish you wouldn't do that."
"Do what?"
"Put yourself down like that when people say nice things about you."
"I mean, all I did was save them the trouble of walking to MacFingers themselves. I didn't even pay for their food. It's not like I saved their lives."
"Okay, first of all, most of us were in the Steelman's building last week, and if you hadn't recognized that that warped pillar was load bearing, we would've been in that room when it collapsed, so yeah, you have, in fact, saved most of our lives. But second, you didn't have to pick up everyone's lunch, but you did. We're grateful for that, and we're trying to express that, so just...let us, okay?"
Peter sighed, unable to meet Fatima's eyes. "I'll try."
Fatima unwrapped her sandwich. "If it makes you feel any better, Khalil got rid of everything in the house that tastes good so he wouldn't be tempted to cheat on his diet, so I have an extra reason to be grateful for this." She bit into the sandwich with a look of utter bliss on her face that was, in Peter's opinion, vastly disproportionate to the quality of the food.
The end of the Moab Conflict in a nutshell
Thus allowing the dictator to reach an exit point, set up shop in the Cayman Islands, and plunder a bunch of now very, very unhappy donors' bank accounts to give himself an even better standing.
About the only person surprised by how badly it went was indeed President Zakariah. As far as he told himself, every bit of negative information was fake news and just people being negative about him.
No surprise he exited the only term of his political career with a 13% approval rating. It's just surprising he can go to the store without being pelted with produce.
A more competent man could've defused the situation in Utah. Possibly even convinced Hargreave not to rebel. But instead, it was a clash of egos - and it turns out, Zakariah was even more brainless than the egomaniac dictator who tried to turn fucking Utah into his personal fief.
I don't speak Viljeskan, save for one word. Because in Viljeskan, there are no words to differentiate between the different types of mage. Dimitrios and Althea and whatever I am would all be called the same thing. Greška.
Mistake.
Edited by NoItsBecky on Oct 28th 2022 at 2:04:31 PM