Topher Lydon
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I mean, Cobb did steal their Lunch Money
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Not to mention he hasn't gotten laid yet! I mean, rude! go to all that trouble of hooking a prince charmin' and he goes done gets himself captured and tied to the train tracks... Oh did I mention I love Cowboy tropes!
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Weekly Wrap Up (Nov. 30 - Dec. 6)
Topher Lydon commented on wildone's blog entry in Gay Authors News
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Jean Levesque would like to bet you a dollar that Theo's not done yet.
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I think it is more psychological at this point. They're desperate, feeling trapped, and after Theo got shot, Sawyer isn't thinking straight. If he were, he'd never have surrendered himself. Flawed and inexperience, under pressure and desperate. Theo was probably the one thinking clearest out of the two, and he was the one who was shot.
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To explain the Hotchkiss, it's the first real WWI era rifle, it is a generational leap in technology over most of the weapons of the era. Utterly relentless, a massive .45- 70 Gvt round, and it could put five of them down range at a rate that was unmatched until the US Army started bringing in the Sringfield 1892, which was based on the Krag–Jørgensen. In basic terms, Theo's got his hands on the equivalent of a WWI sniper rifle thirty years ahead of it's time.
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Or one very, very intelligent Stable boy, who's pissed off and has a hotchkiss rifle.
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So who kills Cobb, you reckon?
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Wow, yes, I remember the first time I saw a Canadian snow storm... wow that was great.... well that sentiment lasted all of five minutes till it became cold, wet, and miserable
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they ALWAYS do, and there is no way Cobb's giving up on his ... intentions
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It's a journey, I hope you like it. Just don't get lost in the snow
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Chapter 9: A Calculated Wound The retreat was not a flight; it was a hemorrhage, a slow bleeding out of hope and strength into the dust of the broken country. The moon, a cold, sharp sliver of bone, cast long, distorted shadows that seemed to clutch at the horses' legs. They moved as a single, wounded organism; each man lost in the private hell of his own exhaustion. The air was still and cool now, a mockery after the day's furnace-blast, and it carried the sounds of their passage wit
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Next chapter is 100% Enrico.
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he has a tendency to punch them. Now there's a fantasy scene... "I've got the biggest things, the best things, you don't know..." Will punched him. The President hit the deck, as Will blew on his knuckles and shook them off. "Screw your biggest things."
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I admit, I am fond of Jared in this one. Only he could stand in front of the 'Prick in the North' and get away with calling him an 'Asshole'
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Also, Micheline, Andrew's mother, back in Carter's Army, and again in Recourse, summed up Highmore men Thomas, Andrew and now Jacob, stubborn bastards, but fiercely loyal to their own, and they protect what they love.
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Bumper extended chapter today... too much to squeeze in, and so little time. Plus I didn't want to split it over two chapters. The UN, proving yet again, why it is not fit for purpose.
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Chapter Five Thursday December 5th – Time not Known WORLD END: T-minus ERROR UNKNOWN VARIABLE. St. Agnes Parish Compound, Ruston Parish, Louisiana. The air was thick, wet, and heavy—a suffocating blanket of Gulf Coast humidity that smelled faintly of pine needles, stale chemicals, and a deep, unsettling mustiness. The silence here was different from the alpine stillness of the Rockies; it was an oppressive, closed-in quiet, broken only by the low, constant hum of specialize
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Much to the frustration of his enemies, who expected the nerd to buckle. The one key advantage of Lisa, Jared, Andrew and Peter protecting Will's mental health issues like they have, is that the enemies have zero idea of who they are really dealing with. They see the academic, and as Andrew put it so well : You have no idea who you just pissed off. I am certain there are some CIA profilers currently clearing out their desks and being escorted out over this failure
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Indeed, though I am having a wonderful conversation with a Canadian Vet I know who pointed out that in certain emergencies, a large amount of analog technology is one hitch, and a tow away from being deployed in an emergency. Fascinating to learn how our Vets are ready, willing, and able to get things done in a scenario such as this. And the kind of toys they have tucked away in storage is... impressive. Things don't get thrown away, they get tucked away for later.
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This is it, in a nutshell. It's a tough call to make, freezing innocent people, cutting off their access to medicine, but he can't get the meds across the border anyway. And if he backs down now, those tanks are across his border and it's over. He can only fight with the weapons he has, and the weapons he can forge with his cunning, ingenuity, and luck. What he needs most, is time.
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I envision them as having tastes for bondage leather and pantyhose, hypocrites often have their own hidden guilt.
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Will is a prisoner of the Throne for the next while, shackled by duty, cost, and his own competence. The old Bastard, the Major forged a sword, and like it or not. The weapon that he made is what stands on the wall and keeps the barbarian out. It is a devastating thing to write.
