Jason Rimbaud

All this fact checking and showing the world how much I don't know, is really all Lee's fault. He @ me and I got distracted from my new story I'm writing. So I am innocent in all this, as usual. J

Wow, calling your one loyal reader an ass is just too mean. If I were just a tad bit smarter I might take offense to that comment. But seeing as I'm not smart and don't believe you about George Sr being alive, I'm no ass. At least as of chapter one I'm not an ass. But all bets are off moving forward.

Unrelated, are you intentionally using titles of songs for all the chapter titles? If so, I think that's badass. J

Normally I don't like reading from the POV of the villains, because as we all know and accept the moment you read this, Vampire's are always the good guys and shifters are always the bad guys, no take backs. Shifter gods, herding poor Ray to the lovely arms of Gabriel, or should I say inexperienced arms of Gabriel. I agree with Ray, we should find out who he is before he goes full blown villain. J

But I really needed to know how long they were going to block me. I'm petty and also patient, a very dangerous combination to be true.

Even a broken clock is right once or twice a day. I'm not used to being right about anything to be honest. So I'm as surprised as you.

Here is where I will admit defeat, the location of the lab was never stated, so I have been assuming things and probably making myself look the right fool. Nor did I goggle how the wind moves across the US. So if a cloud is light enough, it can move up into the jet stream where it can reach speeds of 100 per hour, though still wouldn't be enough time to have reached Kentucky from my neck of the woods. nor would/could/might affect things on the ground as it moves so fast so high up. And I am almost certain that if an accident happened as Lee stated, it would come from San Francisco. People here are super stoned or self medicated nearly 24 seven. "Oh man, did I put that sample away?" "Who cares man, it's like, only, a test tube. pass the bong man." Pretty sure that was the conversation happened. J

He states that Clinton is in New Jersey in the prologue. So for sure I know where Clinton is for the opening of this story. So did the next employee to enter the building later that night. Terrell Pfeiffer wanted to run one more test. He arrived at just before 8:30 PM. He opened the door, collapsed, then died in the doorway, preventing it from sealing. The town of Clinton, New Jersey was a ghost town in less than four hours. It took a bit longer to spread to the neighboring towns. As for the rest, I am going to leave that up to Lee to decide instead of pushing my argument further. I have every confidence that I am wrong about almost everything anyway. J

Wow, I did some further goggling and this cancer death cloud could wipe out 93% of the United States, if as I believe only people with Asthma survive. Wow, in about three days the US is going to stink with all those dead bodies. Wait, what did Lee say about animal deaths, oh shit, this is a planet killer. Life would be completely wiped out if the insects, birds, and such are killed off. Wow, Lee set up a nasty plague. J

I'm quoting my own comment, I'm a boss! I just goggled Mission Critical Labs New Jersey, and from what the interwebs say, Mission Critical is part of DOH and have labs set up all over the country. So there could be one in New Jersey. And I hope @Lee Wilson doesn't get mad that we are so involved with this story we're fact checking a fictional story. Sorry Lee!!! I really did enjoy this premise, and once you read my comment in Chapter One, you'll see I'm so on your side of this J

So you need to read my comment in Chapter One where I break down how a cloud from New Jersey could reach Kentucky in 12 hours. I did not goggle Mission Critical Labs, I just went with the stated New Jersey scene. Maybe there is a mission critical labs in New Jersey?

So the accident happened at 7:05 tuesday night, at 8:30 that same night guy dies so door can't shut, thus the gas escaped. At 8:15am, our boy wakes up and rushes to school. He calls his dad shortly after, in Kentucky. Then at 9:19 dad doesn't answer the phone. So if average wind speeds moves clouds between 30 to 40 miles per hour, Kentucky is roughly 700 miles away from New Jersey, twelve hours or so, New Jersey cloud could reach Kentucky, the math is mathing. Good Job @Lee Wilson Depending on how heavy the gas is, the higher the cloud the faster it could move along the jet stream. I do love it when writers take the time to make sure things work in the real world. It's interesting that the boys were healed of cancer, and it was not having cancer that saved them but having asthma that stopped the particles from reaching their brain. So I believe that having cancer doesn't affect who lives or dies. Worldwide it is estimated that as high as 400 million have asthma in 2025. With a population of over 7 billion, this has the potential to push the human race back into the dark ages. Especially how most asthma suffers are children and many grow out of it as they age. That could leave the population under twenty and we all can remember how dumb we were at twenty. Reminds me of an old TV show called Jeremiah where everyone under the age of puberty lived and everyone else died. Good show, didn't last as long as it could have. Anyway, I'm in for now, but stories about kids under the age of 18 rarely hold my interest. But I like the premise very much.

Let's forget about the intriguing opening of this story, let's forget that I goggled population of Clinton NJ and Hunterdon County, 150,000, so at least that many people died. Let's forget that I was minding my own business helping the amazing customers in my amazing restaurant when @Lee Wilson threatened to put someone on time out, let's forget that he's infringing on my copyrighted term, Time out, And get to the most important piece, NEITHER ONE OF YOU KNOWS 'ALLO 'ALLO, the best british show of all time!!!!! For Shame. Now I am putting both of you on time out. I will not release another chapter of Tyler's Dilemma until tomorrow. J

@Lee Wilson takes his duties as editor very seriously. He's has constantly gone over and beyond all expectations. He even went out for coffee with Matt to try to pump him for information, unfortunately he is now the proud owner of a broken washing machine. J

I'm hoping sooner or later it gets better for them.

I have it on good authority that Tyler is not Bi, @Lee Wilson told me.

Matt always seem to stop right where it's finally getting good. But he better watch out, Brandon isn't the type of person that forgets things so if Matt isn't careful, Brandon might start putting together the pieces. J

Tyler's head is all messed up, he definitely needs to talk to someone, I wonder who'll finally talk some sense into his sexually frustrated mind. I think it will be.... J

I wonder what Matt knows, but if he knows something, why is he keeping it from Brandon? Brandon isn't part of that equation, methinks it's something else. I for one can't wait for Tyler and Brandon to have a talk, god I hate it when characters don't talk to each other. J

Brandon Myers decided to take the long way around to his next class. He told himself it wasn’t to avoid Tyler’s disappointed gaze. It was just easier to walk all the way around the building and then back along to the other side of the campus than to cut right across the quad. He made it right before the fifth bell sounded. He slid into the seat next to the blonde girl that had been hanging all over Tyler the last two days. He found out her name was Christine Adleson when the teacher called

As for the people who believe I'm not their favorite person, I don't think of them enough to warrant hiding any bodies. I say live and let live, however I did learn from those interactions and tried not to repeat them. If we were teenagers around the same time, same place, I'm sure we could have gotten up to a lot of no good. As to writing, we are all on our journey, I know where I'd like to be, and I'm painfully aware where I'm at. It's not a lack of confidence, it's striving to get better at something I really love to do. Much like I do when I'm a chef, it's never good enough, I'm always trying to make it better. I'm compulsive like that. The secret author threads were amusing to my husband, plus I got a few things out of it that I incorporated into my profile.

I look over the fifteen stories I wrote about Nsync and I cringe, not so much as they were about Nsync, but because they were so god awful. But Hanson fanfic, I think that might be on par with writing about Nsync. . Or Twlight that morphed into Fifty Shades of Gray... J

I just showed my husband this and he started laughing. he's been telling me I need reading glasses for a few months now. Apparently I text him the most absurd things either the phone autocorrects or I just can't see to type what my little brain wants to say. I'm dumb...

Hahahahahaah. Your little asshole boy is named Devin...I'm gonna tell Tyler about this story! J

what's the name of that story please!!!!!!!!