Topher Lydon
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I'd never tried Historical Sci-fi before, so weird a niche genre.
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Thanks, it started off as I said something random I was writing to take a break from my other projects. But I am enjoying coming back to it.
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Isn't the core of 90% of relationship problems, an refusal to talk to each other... or an inability to?
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Eli, there's a little warrior. And it takes a special kind of man to slay demons. The kind that Eli is fighting aren't even his own, and yet he's not giving up. Nobility showing what the others in Simon's life should have done for him. Compelling reading, and I wish you luck on this one, it's going somewhere.
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I still have that chapter open on my desktop, could certainly add something... though given how pissed Stoker is in the scene I'd pity the person/thing that tries...
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A snippet of this morning's writing, chapter 30:
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Stoker knows what he wants, as you put it so well. And Hugo's a bit of a dork, but he's starting to get there.
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Kulai City - Æuum – Bravo Site Deep in the back alleys of the city, tucked away from prying eyes next to a large sceptic canal that reeked of something foul and noxious. Sinjin’s workshop sat, just another rickety, narrow shop front that teetered threateningly on the edge of falling into the canal. The air here was thick with the metallic tang of the canal, overlaid with the sweet, cloying scent of exotic spices from unseen vendors. The bells on the door jangl
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shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh givin' all my secrets away....
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So I am now at war with the bramble bushes that have taken over my back garden. Considering my mobility, the bramble bushes are winning this war... Four weeks I had them all cut and dug out of my back garden. Here we are today and I have lost nearly half the garden to the things, they grow so fast and nothing seems to work. I am considering renting a goat.
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That is an amazing idea... thank you. This error would also explain where some of the problems we discussed in private might have occoured. The Missing Jared Scene we discussed that I was sure I wrote and yet is missing in the final copy.
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Ahh Keel haul him on the bow of the Richmond, then when you get back string him up like ol' Cap'n Kidd as a warning to other pirates.
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That moment when you realize there's a line missing from your text. One you know you wrote, that should be in there. It should be noted that Andrew reactivated the SOS when he complies with Bravo's command to contact the K-171. i will re-add the line, and I am not sure where in the editing process that line went (very frustrating)
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HMS Acheron, Below, North Sea The HMS Acheron hung silent, suspended not far from the tempestuous surface, the DSV a bulky, dark mass still securely docked to her bow. Inside, the hushed control room pulsed with emergency red lights, casting long, stark shadows. Andrew, still in his borrowed Navy fleece, stood frozen at the Officer of the Watch station, witnessing the terrifying efficiency of the mercenary takeover. Captain Atherton lay crumpled on the deck plates behind him, knocked
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They are proving an interesting dynamic to write, and as they evolve on the page and get into more scrapes they've certainly got very different approaches to things and their very niche strengths and weaknesses. Poor old Hugo and not being able to fight worth a damn, and then there's poor ol' stoker who can't seem to keep Hugo from stealing his sandwiches...
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I had forgotten about Hugo's drawing of Stoker, I think poor Hugo's a little smitten.
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Kulai City - Æuum – Bravo Site The guards had left him with his notebook and a pencil, a small mercy in this alien confinement. They had only confiscated their weapons, Stoker’s knapsack, and crucially, their watches. So, after drying the notebook's cover and shaking off the excess urine, Wojciech curled up in the corner of his cage-cell. With the notebook balanced on his knees, he began making meticulous notes about the Library puzzle. The intricate symbo
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i have a fine loathing for "Rule by the luckiest sperm"
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OH HELL YES
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We still have our resident Mountie riding a moose on a rowboat, ready in the wings to save the day
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I should not have been listening to a My Chemical Romance playlist when I opened this. With a sincere, heartfelt thank you for publishing and sharing this.
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I often find that the worst evils in this world are the ones created when people try to build something in their image, ripping, stone by stone, out the things made by others. Be it buildings, be it society, or be it people
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:: slowly pushes you with a socked foot over towards your keyboard :: mmhmm
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You bring great joy into my life, I appreciate you my friend
