Miashara has caught up to me, so now I must catch up to him and since
teasers dont' take long, I can spare what little time I have:
My plans are coming along quite nicely I see.
The Pacific Ocean is really, really wet.
True. But it's a dry kind of wet, as opposed to the wet kind of wet like
you get in the Atlantic.
That goes without saying. I mean, do I really even need to mention it?
"I hate water." Han made this particular statement on the ship "Mother
One,"
Not sure, but you might need to use single quotes there since you use
doubles for the actual dialogue in the paragraph
I have to admit, I don't know either.
almost two hundred miles from Tokyo, its primary port of call.
You used the right 'its' there, though. ^_^
My pavlovian treatments paid off then.
Needless to say,
Ordinarily it's not good to use stock phrases like this (not that it's ever
stopped me) but given the style of the writing you're using, it's okay.
Yoo hoo, Mr. Pot!
he was surrounded by 200 billion gallons of water,
201.564. Get your facts right. ^_^
Sorry. Rounding error.
Mizuno Ami was an ordinary girl. She went to Juuban middle school,
liked chess and swimming, and dreamed of meeting the man of her dreams.
Just wondering if the irony of 'dreamed of meeting the man of her dreams'
was intentional.
I hadn't actually thought about it in those terms but I did write that
line like that for a reason.
she also had an IQ of 212,
A pity her wisdom score was only a '4' but that's what happens when you get
crappy die rolls when rolling up your stats.
I hadn't intended to go there.
Shirow Kiso was an ordinary girl. Sometimes. Friday and Saturday nights
mainly but he
she
No. He.
A Sailor Moon Fanfic
Water wise, Phil Batam didn't really care. He was a fisherman, whether
he wanted to be one or not, and as a result, professionally liked water.
Had he been required to professionally like horrible burning death, he
would have.
A guy that can really get himself in his work, to be sure.
doesn't like to mess around.
"Hey, buddy," Han spoke again. "Have I ever told you just how much I
hate water? And why?"
Phil: Becuase no matter how much you drink, you can't get drunk on it?
Han: Damn! Guess I did.
These people aren't that complex.
"Yeah, there is that. But also there's a little problem like the fact
that it mixes with dirt and makes mud.
But that's the earth's fault, not the water's.
Given the even and fair decision making process these people will
exihibt, it's not an issue.
I was thinking..." Han continued
to speak in some meaningless torrent about why water was so bad, and
Phil tuned him out. He had better things to do, like pick his nose.
Better than just scratching his ass, I suppose.
Some details can go unmentioned.
Unfortunately, the figure couldn't actually fly and fell like a stone,
thus ruining the image.
If he flies like a rock, I wonder if he'll swim like one too.
Yep.
Eclipse of the Moon 2: Purification Day.
Argh! Bad Author. Bad. No more sequals for you. ^_^
That line about my admitting to being tasteless all comes clear now,
doesn't it.
"You are found guilty of littering. The sentence is death."
"What!?"
BZZZAAP!
heh.
Went to court to pay a traffic ticket. This was all I could think about
for three hours.
That's life on the Black Moon.
Sort of like L.A.
Less projectile weapons and the high school system is safer.
***
Mizuno Ami was walking through the Ginza one Sunday afternoon. She was
dressed in one of her nicer blue dresses with matching blouse. Blue was
most definitely her color, as all her friends told her, and she wanted
to look especially good today. Thus her hair had been the recipient of
extra attention, her ears wore earrings,
Her nipples wore nipple rings.
No comment.
Next to her, Mitoru Ryan walked, humming lightly to himself. His
appearance showed much less concern, him have taken almost three minutes
to get dressed that morning. However, he was clean, he had combed his
short black hair, and he looked respectable.
The advantages of being a guy.
I love every minute of it.
He was dressed in dark blue slacks, black shoes, and a white oxford
shirt. The entire ensemble was only slightly wrinkled, and looked like
it had been ironed within the last three months. Clearly, he was trying
to look his best also.
Ohh. He has spiffed himself up, I see.
Verily.
When she spoke to her friends about dating, it always seemed that one
would know exactly the footing that one was on. The man, handsome and
immaculately dressed, would pick the devastatingly beautiful girl up at
her house, walk her through the night's entertainment, and return to her
house by midnight, parting after receiving his reward, the kiss of true
love.
Or the Knee of True Pain to the Groin. It depended on how pleased the woman
was with the date.
Why you don't take your prom date to Chez McDonalds.
Well none of that had happened yet, nor was it even in the plan,
and Ami was beginning to wonder exactly what was going on, period.
Ryan: (thinking to himself) How do I tell her I'm gay and want to hit on
Usagi's boyfriend, Mamoru?
I really have no reply to that.
a rather sheltered life. Caught up in her books and
learning, she had never really had time or inclination to dally
extensively with the opposite sex.
Sure, she had dalliances with Minako, but everyone did, so that didn't
really count.
Minako, in the world of fanfiction, was not only excused from Sex Ed by
age ten, she was liscensed to teach said subject by 7th grade.
that would be
here. Ah yes. 'The Result of Changing Temperature on the Dielectric
Effect.' This looks like its
it's
And here I thought you wouldn't make that mistake. Tsk. Tsk.
Well, I guess that pavlovian treatment was a gyp afterall.
"Now Ryan, the labs are designed to further academic understanding, and
they do that quite well." Still, Ami stifled a giggle at Ryan's reaction
to the lab title. These experiments did tend to be quite dry.
Unlike water, which was wet.
I'm seeing a trend.
Ami gave him something of a flat look at 'wild debauchery' and
responded, "Nothing, actually. I'm thinking of making it a quiet time
studying."
Or getting in an orgy with all of my senshi friends. I haven't decided
which yet.
Hence the wild debauchery line.
Yes sir, ladies and gentleman, the flashback is finished. Over, finito,
kaput. Done. We will now return you to the regular fic. Remember, this
means we're going back to the original time, but keeping in mind that
these events have happened. Also note, next time the flashback may not
come with a warning. Using this sample, try to pick them up for
yourself. If you can't tell where they are, Email Flashback Help Line at
Imamoron@Literatureidiots.braindead.com.
heh
I got annoyed. I'll admit it.
'Quickly, there is need for haste. I must go, using my unimaginably and
totally unrealistically powerful sword style and save the Sailor Senshi,
and the world, from the dangers which loom. I, Ian A. Shara, am the only
one who could save this world, as my powers eclipse that of everyone
else to an excessive degree!' he thought.
Heh. I like him already. Cliched enough to be enjoyable.
Well, considering he just meat Mr. Mack Truck, don't expect him to get
-too- much screen time.
Looking forward to the next chapter already. Yes. I'm weird.
Hence the reason I enjoy your own fics so much.
Thanks as always.