Recent content by wesdabigman

998 words. Some notes... 1) I use a lot of sentence fragments. Going for a stream of consciousness thing. Not saying its higher quality, just saying my grammar isn't terrible for that reason; it's terrible because of many other reasons :P 2) I appreciate reviews. And if you want a review...

Sorry, the story part is all done. But, it currently clocks in at 1230 words so it might take a while to whittle this down to a healthier leangth. A one-day extension would be thoroughly appreciated but if its not possible, I'll try to get it wrapped up before 10:30.

Here's an intro. I don't like it that much but it seems to be a necessity around here.

1) Heheh, excuse me, poetic license. To dispel confusion and because I require acceptance from my peers, fixed. 2) Fixed. 3) wow, slow out of the gate today.... fixed.

I'd like to give this another go if no one minds. I'll have an intro up hopefully later today. Any complaints or criticisms would be appreciated.

Granted. You obtain liver disease, which causes a rather bright discoloration of blood to a more orange tint. Enjoy it in between the vomiting and eventual death. I wish for a bear with telekinetic powers. There is absolutely nothing that can go wrong here.

Whir began to consider the vantage point from the roof upon which he was standing. He could make a break for it and lose the space mall cop. Or since he had the higher ground, he could blow off this guy's head without much problem. He was half-dead and would've been wiped out had Whir not come...

>Go to the Dreaming Tree. Say hi to Trevor.

>Tempt Blob with sweet delicious granola Afterwards, >Check Mail

I wish to die like I lived: wondering what my last words will be, then getting distracted by something shiny so I don't actually come up with anything.

His hand caressed the revolver's chamber as he raised the gun towards the gunmen. A wave of calmness rushes over him, he breathes in the air before the kill. Whir. ClickClickClickClickClickClickClick. Click. Two aimed at the skull for the one closest. Two in the head each for the pair...

Whir ran to the wall, figuring that four riflemen wouldn't notice another runner amidst this panicked crowd. He made his way to the front door of the building and ran up the first two flights of stairs. As he made his way closer to the roof, he walked slowly, maintaining absolute silence as he...

Every part of Whir's skull ached from whatever just happened. Either the bar leapt or the ground dropped, but something happened that created a large boom that jolted him awake before he hit the ground. He rose and checked his revolver in his sleeve. As he holstered the seven-shot, he looked...

...Wait, this takes place in a universe where all life has been destroyed and a giant black universe devouring super computer is the sole being left in existence, essentially playing with code for a couple of seconds while to the human constructs of code inside it may seem like weeks, months, or...

The room had long been cleared out by the time Whir rose from his seat. He sighed as he rose. The rocky flight in really threw off his mood today. He walked back to the Blue Sun and sat at the bar. He fiddled with the device in his pocket for a minute before plugging it in. He withheld his...