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2. Hidden in an attic, wrapped in stiff paper, there was an old painting. A moment caught in time, though the subject–a young man with fine features–continued to age until he was a withered old man.

A. Hidden in an attic, wrapped in stiff paper, there was an old painting. A moment caught in time, though the subject–a young man with fine features–continued to age until he was a withered old man. He’d been easy prey to the monster that lived in the house.

Captured and locked in oil paint, he felt no pain as the life was drained out of his trapped soul. And neither did the 200 other men and women transformed into paintings and hidden all through the countryside, their screams silenced to dull lassitude, so that they could sleep through their decades-long deaths.

But he was special. He was the first. The one true beloved that had turned a loving heart into a sucking pit of hate and rage.

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“365 Prompts” – Prompt 041. blackberries 2A

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2. Tangled in the blackberry bushes, the small child howled in fear and pain. There were red scratches marring the dirty face and arms, one thorn having scratched dangerously close to a teary eye.

A. Tangled in the blackberry bushes, the small child howled in fear and pain. There were red scratches marring the dirty face and arms, one thorn having scratched dangerously close to a teary eye.

Anna ran forward, waving her arms to signal No. “Don’t move, kid. You hold still and I’ll help you.”

“Get me out of here. It hurts! It hurts!” the child screeched, making an aborted lunge forward. Anna winced when she saw that a long thorny branch was wrapped around the child’s chest, digging into the patched and worn cotton shirt.

“I’ll get you, I’ll get you, don’t move.” Anna tried to hide her panic and project a sense of calm concern. The last thing she wanted was for the kid to realize how afraid she was. “Why don’t you tell me your name, sweetie?”

“I’m not sweetie. I’m Brandon.”

“Oh. Well, hello Brandon. I’m Anna.” Working slowly, she began untangling the small body. He couldn’t have been older than four or five, dressed in clothes that would have done better in the rag bin. “Can you tell me where your parents are, Brandon?”

“Don’t have any,” he muttered, his attention focused on her hands. Which is why he missed the expression of shock and pity that crossed her face before she controlled herself.

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“365 Prompts” – partial Prompt-Fill: 004. spring 1A. “Out of the Wild Lands” by Harper Kingsley

Prompt 004. spring – 1A

1. It was a relief when the spring frost began. They’d been close to running out of nearly everything.

A. Once the river melted, it was a rush to finish building the boat and gather enough food to see them out of the Wild Lands. If they were lucky they could reach civilization within a few months. If they were unlucky they would die. They didn’t have a choice either way.

There was no staying where they were. They’d stripped the island of everything it had to offer, and there hadn’t been much to begin with.

It was either make the attempt now, or slowly starve to death. There was not going to be another opportunity.

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Prompt-Fill: “Out of the Wilds”
Author: Harper Kingsley

Once the river melted, it was a rush to finish building the boat and gather enough food to see them out of the Wild Lands. If they were lucky they could reach civilization within a few months. If they were unlucky they would die. They didn’t have a choice either way.

There was no staying where they were. They’d stripped the island of everything it had to offer, and there hadn’t been much to begin with.

It was either make the attempt now, or slowly starve to death. There was not going to be another opportunity.

“Quiet that baby,” Gareth ordered. He was lashing the last of the supplies to the boat and didn’t need the distraction.

“Yes sir.” Leilan shushed the blanket wrapped bundle, jostling it until the wails turned to an unhappy grumble. The baby had been fussing ever since her twin — her Other Half — had died. There was a real concern that she would follow after, the broken strings of her tattered soul pulling her down and down after her sister.

When Poiler had suggested killing the baby as a mercy — she must be suffering with her broken soul — Leilan had hit her as hard as he could and taken the baby himself. He couldn’t believe a mother could ever suggest murdering her own child. It made him suspicious of how the unnamed baby had died. She’d looked healthy after her birth; then she’d been quiet and still.

Leilan tightened his grip on the baby he held. She was alive. She needed him.

He stood out of the way as the men and women worked. He looked down at the baby’s face. She was skinnier than he liked, as his milk had only just begun to come in, but seemed healthy enough. He thought there was a chance that she would live.

“I’m going to risk it,” he said. She blinked up at him. One fist had worked itself free of the blanket and found its way into her mouth where she furiously gummed on tiny tiny knuckles. He chuckled and used two fingers to pull her hand out of her mouth. He wiped the slobber off with a scrap of cloth from his pocket, then tucked her arm back in the blanket.

“None of that,” he ordered when she looked about to cry. She hiccuped and blinked, but remained quiet. “Good girl.”

He jostled her a couple of times. “I’ve decided that you need a name if you’re going to be my daughter.” He licked his lips. “I think my mother would have approved her granddaughter sharing a name with her.”

He held her a bit away from himself so he could see all of her and she could see him. Even if she didn’t understand, this was an important moment. By giving her a name, he was accepting responsibility for her. She would be family.

“Melissa Kim of the House of Graythorn,” he said. “Welcome to my family, Melissa.”

“365 Prompts” – Prompt 003: appendectomy

2. It was during a routine surgical procedure that they discovered the strangeness of his anatomy. Not just the reversed location of his heart and other organs, but the extra appendix and the strange bulbous growth attached to his ribcage.

A. An appendectomy was performed immediately and the extra organ was dissected. There were pages and pages of lab work produced all highlighting the unknown hormone floating in his bloodstream.

From the way they looked at him, he began to feel that they wanted to dissect the rest of him next. There was a frightening avarice in their eyes, one that made him want to squirm with discomfort.

Every time they came at him for another test or blood draw, he repeated over and over again: “I do not give my permission to have my medical information published.”

He didn’t want to hold back scientific discovery, but he would prefer that he have some kind of veto on what was shared. Like he wasn’t too keen on scans of his genitals ending up in medical books with his name right next to them. He had a bit of dignity.

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“365 Prompts” – Prompt 001. “I did it! I did it! he kept saying”

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1. How the newspaper quoted him. When people saw the headline in the news they began turning on him.

A. His family was dead, and some editor somewhere had changed his words into a confession.

The horror of that day still lingered–dizzy from whatever the EMT had injected him with, he could only repeat what the man had said. “I did it! I did it!” And at their looks he’d explained: “‘I did it! I did it!‘ he kept saying. Over and over again. It was all he would say as he killed them. That madman murdered my family. And I couldn’t do anything to stop him.“–as did the effects of his follow-up breakdown.

He hadn’t been able to work, and not just because people had ceased to hire him.

He got anxiety attacks. His heart would suddenly begin pounding and his head would get floaty and would feel like it was too large.

He’d thrown up a few times just from thinking about people looking at him. Judging him.

He was a nervous wreck. And he blamed the media.

They’d turned his worst day into the worst ten years of his life.

<- ending here — This is the first suggestion for “Prompt 001: ‘I did it! I did it! he kept saying'”. There are two others for Prompt 001, and each Prompt has at least three suggestions. Some have four or five. I aimed for 100 words per prompt.

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* That possible excerpt above is suggestion “1A” for Prompt 001: “I did it! I did it! he kept saying”. The other two are about a bad Olympic winner and a crazed murderer.

“1A” is a wrongly accused man that spends a good chunk of his life being raked over the coals by the media, then having to somehow piece his life back together afterward.

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“Partial Curse” PROMPT-FILL: 407.

PROMPT-FILL: 407. Cursed by a random and cruel stranger

A stranger casts The Curse on a young girl with not a single exchange of words between them. In fact, with the heavy traffic on the road, she never saw who cast The Curse.

She simply woke up the next day in screaming agony as her body began to rearrange itself in preparation for the change.

She was terrified but helpless to it. There was no cure and no stopping what was happening to her.

She forced herself to endure as her bones shifted and broke. As her skin ripped as it failed to stretch over her new, larger shape. Blood and plasma stained through her sheets and ruined the mattress below. They were the gushing fluids of her rebirth.

And for a time she rested in wretched skinlessness. Days passed with no food or water. Her breath came in a dull, agonizing wheeze as even the tiniest motion made her flesh burn.

She’d thought she’d died. She should have died. But she didn’t. She endured.

She survived until she could crawl from the bed to the bathroom sink. To the water she greedily swallowed even as her patchy and scabbed skin stung and brought tears to her eyes.

She stayed in her home for weeks, surviving on water and the few scraps of food she could force herself to swallow.

Gradually she healed. Until one day all the pain was gone and her scabs were solid and had ceased to split and bleed. She wasn’t healthy yet, but she was mending.

So with some trepidation and a large dose of fear, she stepped in front of the long mirror. And she looked at herself, at her new life.

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magazine 001 – prompt, Eric Andre, Snowden,

PROMPT: “Like werewolves and serial killers, I prefer a fullmoon and clear skies.”

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A. Florentine and Rickets:

R: “What’s with the helmet and leather jacket?”
F: “I’m going out to ride my scooter.”
R: “It’s the middle of the night.”
F: “Like werewolves and serial killers, I prefer a fullmoon and clear skies.”

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B. A Last Goodbye to Balor Hammerhart:

The last flight of Balor Hammerhart was burned into Aeron’s memory. He’d been in the crowd of spectators watching the launch of the first Seed ship. He’d seen it arch up and up, then there was a flash of light so bright that the outline of the ship seemed burned into the sky. It was the last thing he’d seen before his eyes were permanently damaged by the radiation released during the explosion of the hyperdrive.

Balor’s last words rang through his mind, “Like werewolves and serial killers, I prefer a fullmoon and clear skies…” and it didn’t hurt as much as it used to. It seemed that he was finally getting over what had happened.

Seven years of therapies, surgeries, and sacrificed dreams and he finally felt as though he could let go of Balor and move on.

“Which is why I need to visit his grave,” Aeron said.

“But it’s all the way on Titan,” Saera said. He could hear the worry in her voice.

“Mom, it’s going to be fine,” he said. “It’s a short shuttle ride to the Gatestation, then a needle trip through the Eye. I’m only going to be gone a few weeks.”

“Still, anything could happen. It seems dangerous to me.”

“It’s not anymore dangerous than a trip past the Wall. Plus I’ve already hired a Security clone to act as my Companion.” Aeron held out his hand until she laid her palm across his, then he squeezed his fingers around her hand. “I’m going to be all right. I promise.”

“Oh Aeron…” The waver in her voice said she wanted to say more, but she knew him enough not to say the words.

“It’s going to be fine,” he said again.

She drew in a shuddering breath and her hand squeezed tight. “It better be,” she said. “I’ll make a list of things you should take on your trip.”

“I can handle it,” he said.

“Shush. Let me do this for you.”

Even six months ago Aeron might have argued with her, fought for his independence. But he’d grown enough to recognize the need in her voice.

“Okay,” he said. And leaned into the hug she gave him.

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What is the deal with Eric Andre? I feel like he might need some drug counseling.

He’s constantly freaking people out on his Adult Swim show, but I saw when he guest starred on Ridiculousness. He was obviously on something. At one point he actually started taking off his pants with plans to show his wiener. Then it cuts out, and it’s a while later and he looks thoroughly chastened and is playing sober as hard as he can.

It was an ugly scene, is what I’m saying.

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The movie Snowden isn’t my usual cup of entertainment tea, but I might give it a chance when it comes out on video. I am a fan of Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s work, so I would at least want to see what’s up.

PROMPT: Humanity splits itself apart

A. Once humans begin farming in space, the wealthy move onto luxurious space stations while relying on the Earth for resources and labor. Instead of there being a rebellion, the stationers begin seeing themselves as above normal humanity.

1/A FILL: After the Blight struck, there was no choice but to move agriculture production to the orbital farms. Which meant building a place where humans could live.

Some nights, the sky looks nearly blocked out by the ag-farms. They’re curving bends of metal and plastic, each its own little world, containing thousands of people living miles away from the problems of the Earth below.

The ag-farms once answered to Earth command, but after the War they governed themselves. They chose to use their newfound independence to make themselves into the kings of the sky, doling out food with ungracious superiority.

The Dirt People toiled in factories and in mines while the Exalted enjoyed the fruits of their labors. Ever more fantastical scientific advancements were made on the backs of the people, but the wonders they created were not for themselves.

While the lifespans of the Exalted grew ever longer, the lives of the people became short and filled with sickness and discontent.

What parts of the Earth not destroyed by the Blight were damaged as the people were forced to dig deep and drag out the precious ore.

Year by year, the dying cries of the planet made themselves known to the people. From earthquakes and tornadoes, to explosions of hidden gas and mile long fissures that opened with deadly suddenness. Yet the Exalted did not listen to the dying cries of the people.

They floated high above the world in their shiny and clean habitats, served by their robots and genemod slaves. They lay in their healing pods and never felt pain or old age.

And still it was not enough for them. As the people suffered, the Exalted built spaceships and mined stars. They traveled into the Depths and transformed planets and moons to meet their demands.

The Exalted promised the people a new home as a reward for their hard work. The people would live on a fresh world ripe with life. As long as they were loyal and true, their children would grow in lands of plenty.

But it was a lie.

The people were never to see their new home. Instead, as a reward for all their years of misery and hunger, they were Culled.

Everything that they were and could have been was distilled down to the most basic of components and mixed into something new. Their lives were pasteurized, homogenized, and bottled.

The Exalted had found the means by-which they could live forever. All it required was the death of billions of people at regular intervals.

So Lois uses prescription meds recreationally? #FamilyGuy

So Lois uses prescription meds recreationally? #FamilyGuy

I guess it’s easily explained. She has gone through quite a bit during her marriage to Peter. He is simple-minded man that indulges his every reckless idea with no thought to cost or consequence. As a result, she has to stress nearly every week about losing the family home or a even a member of the family.

She spends the bulk of her time with toddler Stewie. He grew from a bad-tempered baby that actively seemed to dislike her to someone that has his own life and opinions. She spends all day with him, but then he always seems to be someone else’s responsibility. She loves him, but she’s given up on caring for him.

Beginning with daughter Meg–the sexual predator–she’s experienced some true parental failures. Enough that I could imagine her looking at Stewie and knowing that she’s going to screw him up.

Too much of Lois’ nitpicking and Meg is a very unhappy young woman. She’s desperate to get out in the world and have adventures, but her interactions with others are stunted and awkward. She makes other people uncomfortable, so they leave her alone again. But she does have a history of violence and property destruction, not to mention a horrible family–things that might make her hesitant to meet new people.

Who would want to see their brother perving on their new friends? Chris doesn’t even bother going somewhere private before he starts masturbating. He sits around in his underwear irregardless of who’s in the house. And considering some of the things he says? He may grow up to be a serial killer. (“You’re never getting out of that bag.”)

Lois trusts Stewie to the care of the family dog. And while he sometimes gives in to his nature–eating things out of the garbage and pooping in the yard–for the most part Brian is like a human man. He keeps Stewie company and they go on adventures and their friendship is maturing with every passing year. He’s not very responsible and he’s an unabashed alcoholic, but he keeps Stewie fairly intact and Stewie has learned the values of friendship and love from knowing him.

Yet Brian is also a sanctimonious ass that can’t be shown too much affection or he loses control. One hug lasting a few seconds too long, and Brian’s obsession/love for Lois takes over and he tries to have sex with her.

This curtails an adult friendship between them.

She always has to hold herself back from Brian or he’ll take things wrong. It’s the same way with Quagmire.

Glen is definitely a pervert and a sex offender. He has low morals when it comes to sex and what he’ll say to get it, yet there are some lines he won’t cross unless his friends pressure him. And he’s in love with Lois. Like stealing her hair and making a life-sized replica in love with her. He has a full-sized closet altar.

Lois receives so many extremes of emotion aimed at her that she has become an interesting character.

And though she seriously considers leaving Peter (“Mom already has a burner phone and she’s been talking to people. She’s checked out of this marriage.”) she never does. Because when Stewie traveled to the future, Lois was still with Peter. She loves him enough to stay.

Even if it means having her children hate her and using pills to get through the days.

PROMPT: “Let me out, you bitch!” I screamed, throwing myself at the door.

“Let me out, you bitch!” I screamed, throwing myself at the door.

1. “Dude, that’s your mom.”

1A. “I don’t care. She’s keeping us here. *Starving* us.”

1B. “She doesn’t want you going out, finding your own brains, possibly killing a family with small children.”

1C. “You *have* been playing a lot of video games lately. Maybe she has a legitemate reason to worry.”

2. The nurse turned her head. Her eyes met mine. The lipstick red slash of her mouth curled up.

2A. I felt a cold chill. I was never going home.

2B. “Go back to bed. You’ll get your meds in an hour.”

2C. Her uniform was pristine, either a perfect recreation of an old-timey nurse’s uniform, or an expensively maintained original. It sent a chill down my spine to see it. What kind of person had kidnapped me? Where was I?

3. Everything had gone wrong. I should have turned the job down the minute I got those first details.

PROMPT: Man o’ war

The Portuguese man o’ war is a fascinating organism.

From Wikipedia: “The Atlantic Portuguese man o’ war (Physalia physalis), also known as the Man-of-war, bluebottle, or floating terror, is a marine cnidarian of the family Physaliidae. Its venomous tentacles can deliver a painful sting. Despite its outward appearance, the Portuguese man o’ war is not a common jellyfish but a siphonophore, which is not actually a single multicellular organism, but a colony of specialized minute individuals called zooids. These zooids are attached to one another and physiologically integrated to the extent that they are incapable of independent survival.”

But what really caught my attention was this line in the “Predators and prey” section of the article: “The blanket octopus is immune to the venom of the Portuguese man o’ war; young individuals carry broken man o’ war tentacles, presumably for offensive and/or defensive purposes.”

And that’s where this Prompt comes from. The idea that an alien race might use biological weaponry to go against human technology.

I imagine a human ship meeting an alien race with chitinous armor covered with luminescent circles and stripes. One touch incapacitates, and the human crew is quickly overcome. They are taken back to the alien ship where they are examined and dissected by the curious aliens that communicate via pheromones and don’t recognize human speech as a language.

As a result of that first disastrous meeting, humans attack the alien ship. It becomes a catastrophe when the aliens respond to the loss of their scout ship by sending in the Armada (swarms of ship able to change color and block all radiation, rippling to match the space around them, seeming to disappear). Every meeting between humans and the aliens result in the humans losing, either when their ships are destroyed or when the boarding parties meet and every brush against the alien armor “shield technology” results in agonizing pain and death.

Human scientists focus on a technological reason for the aliens’ offensive/defensive capabilities. It takes a while for the biologists to step in, and that only after one of the aliens is killed and its body is brought back for examination. (A fast-ship bringing precious cargo back to the premiere science station. The alien body is stored in a foam-filled container as the armor continues to react to anything coming into contact with it.) It’s then that humans find out that everything the aliens use, from armor to ships to their “pulse” weapons, is organic in nature. They have been modifying living creatures for their own use.

By that time, the aliens see humans as weak prey. With their living ships, they come into Earth Space. Humanity must fight or die…

A. Antlike colonies expanding territory.
B. Beginning in the sea to grow on alien shores.
C. One mind, many bodies, all of them focused on destroying the human threat.
D. The aliens conquer Earth colonies that turn to guerilla warfare to fight back.
E. The space marines are called in to battle the Armada.

PROMPT: Shower Buddies

“Shower buddies” –The showers are side-by-side, so two men that have never seen each other end up singing together every morning.

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A. “Did you know that every morning he gets up to take a shower at seven in the morning and sing with his neighbor? Shower buddies, he called it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It blew my mind for some reason. I’m okay with it now, but at first it seemed so weird.”

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B. It freaked him out at first. One minute singing alone, the next in chorus with the guy from the neighboring apartment.

And then it was kind of cool.

In the mornings as he lathered up, he’d sing along with his neighbor, songs he never would have shared with anyone else.

B1. It was romantic, but in a nonsexual way. This was his singing buddy. This was his beautiful friend whose face he never wanted to see.

How horrible was that?

But he’d been hurt before. He’d fallen out of love with plenty of people when he *got* to see how they truly lived.

His step-sister had delighted in taking all of the magic out of his world when he’d been twelve years old. It was the one stark memory of his childhood that he maintained: that monstrous figure looming over him. He’d thought she’d been demonically possessed.

Always so quiet and still, she’d leaped out of her chair and begun screaming out answers to every question he’d interrupted her with all night. Bulging eyes and raging mouth; he’d been completely terrified. And ever since then, his every bogeyman-moment was tied to that fear. (He wished he hadn’t posted his worst fear in his profile. It would have been better if he’d made something up.)

He couldn’t handle it if his singing buddy was horrible to look at. Not for any mean reason, but because he’d built up a fantasy in his head and he didn’t want to find out that the guy was the opposite of everything he’d expected. [B1-1] It would ruin the one good thing that he had.

Things hadn’t been going that great in his life of late. His happiness levels had gone way down.

So there was something uplifting about starting each day with a song.

It felt good. It got him energized on even the most blah of days.

He was able to deal with his coworkers without losing his shit. They were related to the owners, so he had to put up with their laziness while he did all the work. [B1-2] And starting the day off with a song enabled him to keep his mind focused on work and not on how horrible his coworkers were.

Having a shower singing buddy was a bright spot to his day.

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B1-1. He hadn’t wanted to arrange the meet up with Candby, but his online friend had insisted. And it was awkward as hell. They’d just stood around, LOOKING at each other for ten minutes. Then her friend group had dropped in and they never got the chance to get over the weirdness. They went skating instead. And things had never been the same between them even when they went to online only friendship.

He wondered sometimes if she’d known that he didn’t have very many friends, and how freaked out he would be around so many strangers. He kinda got the feeling that her friends had been the ones pushing for the meetup. But it had still happened. And it had SUCKED.

She’d been his platonic friend Candby one day. Then she’d been that strange experience he’d once had where a group of lunatics had friendtested him and he’d failed the test. He hadn’t liked her enough to accept her friend group.

Though it was where he’d met Charlie Marks. So that was good.

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B1-2. They were a tightknit group of friends. They did whatever they had to do to stay awesome. Which meant there were times when they had to leave work to help Steve, who had a job as a bike messenger. And part time weed provider; though not when he was on the clock for Giovanni’s, which usually led to trouble. [B1-3]

“You’ll watch after things until we get back, right Office Guy?” Ben asked. Hannah scoffed in the background but didn’t say anything. “We’ve got some business to handle and we’ll try to be right back.”

“Sure,” Office Guy said.

“Thanks OG.”

He led out his group of friends and didn’t see Hannah wave to the Office Guy, whose name was NOT Office Guy.

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B1-3. When some people wanted their weed, they asked for it, even when he was in uniform. And even when they took things with coolness and respect, sometimes their friends were NOT cool.

He’d got into a whole lot of heat when his friend’s straight edged neighbor started spreading it around that he delivered drugs right to people’s doors. His friends had had to step in and smooth things over with the neighborhood. It had been awful, but Hannah was cute in her “Smart Girl clothes,” which involved a lot of plaid and some little round glasses he recognized from her old Harry Potter collection. They’d saved his ass.

Which explained why he stayed friends with them even when he had no words to defend their actions. Steve had been asked more than a couple of times why he hung around with them.

The Kid asked, “How do they shoot that corrosive?” in Borderlands 2 [nsfw]

I’ve never played the game or read the fanfic. I literally know dick all about Borderlands 2. Yet he’s asking me these questions and I’m seeing these things, and it’s really getting my imagination going.

A. Is the corrosive – acid? plasma? electricity? – held together with an electrostatic charge of some kind? The discharge would continue onward until it hits something and dissipates, releasing the corrosive in a destructive splash.

A1. Bioengineered capsaicin for a non-lethal deterrent.

Hits the victim like a bursting cloud of paralyzing awful.

Riot cops carry Pepper Blast ammo in their pouches. They also pack more lethal ammunition for their various weapons. Including the so-called Annihilator rounds that hit the victim with a monomolecular acid.

A2. People begin wearing body armor at all times. It’s not enough to completely protect the wearer, but it can block a single blast.

Energy Armor becomes a regular thing, though it’s very expensive. The wearer has solid armor to protect against physical attack, as well as a grid sewn throughout to emit a repulsion field. When an electrostatic ball is fired at the wearer, the Energy Armor sends it rebounding in another direction.

B1. A future where people can have themselves biologically reprinted. They are reconstructed inside projection machines and step out to continue the fight.

B2. People are reconstructed as themselves. They wake up and keep on going without a single stumble or second thought.

B2-1. The mc realizes that he’s a clone. “I’m not me. I’m the memory of someone that died. And when I bite it there will be someone that looks like me to pick up my life where I left it, but that person won’t be me.”

B2-2. People prearrange the dispensation of their genetic memory and the brain scans they leave behind.

B2-2a. Every time someone logs into their online game, a copy of their brain scan is made and kept in the buffer. When the person dies, they can have their leftover scan left to a particular program.

B2-2b. A group of people wake up in a battle arena. They fight and die and sometimes respawn to go again.

A gladiatoral type game.

B2-3. When aliens attack and so wipe out most of the population, soldiers let their gene twins fight and die.

Mc makes it through the war and returns home to find himself already there.

Here it is on Amazon; a collection of events. [“The Prize Winner of Defiance, Oh” w/Julianne Moore]

This movie was super good. I don’t even have the words right now[1].

Julianne Moore played the role of Evelyn Ryan so good. And I loved the idea of Tuff having been there for every single moment in the movie. Like, she was the first one to say “Dude, you’re drinking too much. Stop spending all the money” to her dad. Everyone else was just lurking around, constantly feeling like something bad was going to happen.

That’s fucking powerful, man. It’s like all the emotions in the world.

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1. I am really fucking peebled. Plus I’ve got a serious mix of hormones happening at the moment. It makes my higher brain functions collapse in on themselves even as it raises my creative processes.

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She always carries a thick blanket everywhere shes goes. Folded in half, it makes a great mattress when she’s staying somewhere.

Couch surfing has kept her from sleeping in a gutter, and one of the keys to being invited back is good guest behavior.

She washed her blanket several times a week at the coin wash laundry. She’d found a place that had a 24-hour attendant and wi-fi. She wasn’t allowed to sleep there, but she could use it as a base of operations.

The place had heat, a bathroom, snack machines, and even a small bank of game machines (tablets with their cases bolted to a stand to prevent theft. At her suggestion, the laundromat attendant had even made some podiums so players could stand when they played. And somehow there were gray sensor mats rolled out on the floor and big monitor screen in locked cases for each tablet. And it was a real arcade and more and more kids came to play all the time.

The “Laundromat” became such a popular place to hang out that the attendant began selling membership accounts. The door was locked to the general public after 6-o’clock, and members were allowed the luxury of laundering in piece.

They created their own small community within the Laundromat, and it’s where the members’ children grow up. Playing arcade games, studying with the college crowd, and hanging out with other kids in a tight clique that lasts them for years.).

She gets a gym membership and a laudromat pass. She had a locker to store her things, a shower to use, and an incentive to exercise at the gym, which also had an attached healthy eating restaurant. And she spent most of her days and nights at the Laundromat.

For $200 a month she can maintain her clean and healthy appearance[2].

[Adventures take place in a family-run coin wash laundromat. It’s one of the businesses the Family own in The Red Bead.

Back when he was Poppy, Anse had enjoyed the charmed lifestyle of a laundromat owner. It was the business that had earned the Family their seed money. He’d been the kid running errands at first, then he’d been the attendant lounging behind the counter reading a magazine. There’d always been an area set aside for him to do his studying.

Because he’d been a girl, he’d been kept close to the Laundromat. She’d never been allowed to go out and play with friends. So many social events were passed over that Anse developed an uncaring attitude toward making friends. He had his family and Lee. He didn’t need anyone else.]

2. Which meant, after the money was taken from her support payment, she had $125 to live on for the rest of the month. That gave her $4.03 for 31 days.

With the small amount of money she had and no refrigerator, she nearly starved until someone took pity on her. And when that arrangement eventually fell through, she came up with the idea of buying an ice chest and adding a chunk of dry ice wrapped in a plastic bag to keep it cold.

Dry ice could last for a ridiculously long time. Which meant she was able to buy a 1/2-gallon of milk in the morning and have it stay fresh until lunch the next day. She once again was able to enjoy cereal for dinner[3].

3. It was a revelation, the day they first marketed People Chow. With the addition of milk it was a perfectly balanced meal.

Soy protein and dehydrated vegetables ground together to make the flour for the dough, which is mixed and baked as a cereal. Along with the cereal bits are dried fruits and nuts, granola, and dehydrated balls of yogurt mixed in.

People Chow came in kibble bits, rectangular bits, or flakes. It could be a neutral meal to satisfy the hunger, or a sweetened delight for even the pickiest of eaters.

It came in big bags along the cereal aisle. There were plenty of people that bought it to pour into snack bowls. People Chow could be savory or sweet, and came in a multitude of flavors. It hadn’t taken the food companies long to realize that once they made the cereal base they were free to flavor the bits as they liked.

Some People Chow flavors were a symphony of interlocking tastes where each bit came together with milk to create a single experience. Others were more like a trail mix, with different flavors to pick through.

(A family with a pantry stocked with industrial sized bags of People Chow along with canned goods and other supplies.)