They missed out on a massive marketing oportunity here. I would have run the trailer as an add for an actual theme park/holiday resort. Keep shots of the big bad and it all going wrong out of the way, show a few dinosaurs like the ones you would see if you were going. You could even have a tie...
Huge wooden book shelves stretching off in every direction, towered over Seb. The end of each shelve had a plaque inscribed with a number, very similar to a library numbering system. There was no visible ceiling and from the darkness, hanging on long, fragile looking, chains was a candle...
On leaving the bar, Seb had grabbed his bike from the bike rack. He had decided to head home via the climbing center he used regularly. Weaving through the heavier than usual traffic, from the conference, Seb flexed his power gently everynow and then giving him an extra second or two to choose...
At a level of passive data gathering, there is no limit that I have discovered. For me, that takes about as much effort as breathing. More active tasks: Hacking security systems; uploading or altering information; and operating machinery, require far more effort.
"I'm guessing it's too late...
Hearing the young lady assign 'names' to each of the powers Seb wondered what she would make of him. "So network , I assume you use more than the usual 10% of your brains capacity? Are you constrained on how much data you can process at one time? " Seb was really interested in this guys power...
Seb finished his second beer. He move up the bar next to the group, plonking the empty bottle on the bar "Can I get coke this time please Charlie" As he waited for the bar tender to get his drink he turned his head to look at the group.
"A word of advise, It would seem to me that a bar would...
Seb watched the conference with skepticism, it all sounded like the usual spiel to calm the general populace when the authorities had little to no control on the situation. He drank from his new beer and almost sprayed the bar and Charlie with the mouthful as three youngsters came out of the...
"Must be a pretty big deal if it's bringing people to town though, huh?" Charlie asked "What's going on?"
"Oh its something to do with us.... the Meta's that are being killed" Seb stumbled over his own words trying to cover up on his mistake. He drained his beer, plonking the bottle a little...
Seb took her hand in a firm grip but not crushing her fingers, his hand started tingling like he had pins and needles but not unpleasantly. "Travel the world, meet interesting people, earn minimum wage, you know, that kinda thing." The sensation abruptly ceased as the she pulled back her hand...
"Four fifty, please."
Seb placed 10 dollars on the bar "It may taste like it comes from the Tyne but at least it tastes like home" Seb took a long pull on the cool bottle ignoring the glass. "Keep the change"
Seb watched the bar tender glance at the young Asian guy at the bar, the air...
Seb approached the bar in One-Eyed Merry's. He swung his bag down by the base of the bar wall and leaning on the counter he rapped his knuckles 'shave and a haircut. Two bits' as he looked at the beverages available behind the bar.
"Excuse me, can I get a Newkey Brown please." He asked...
Where I live there are a fair few homeless, I won't give money to any of them. There are a mixture of the ones who sit there with a cap on the floor and don't ask and the ones who walk in your general directions asking if you have 60p to spare. I won't give any because I feel that if I give to...
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