Bondwriter

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Once he removes his wig, no one can tell between The Scar and Jerry. So there's no issue here. Better yet, if he actually is Clump, as I aptly speculated, everything will turn out even better for The Scarred King of Paraguay.

I hope you recover fine.

This is the scariest line I've read for a long time...

I expect The Scar to remove his mask in chapter 34, revealing the features of... Clump himself! That would be fun. And let me tell ya, this guy Scar is great. Not only his role models are brilliant, but he's an amazing actor, and he had everybody completely fooled, including 90% of the readers. Way to go, Jerry! Paraguay, next stop!

I couldn't find any pics of Kryton switches (which get your story in the first page of a Google search, btw, though not as well ranked as typing queen of evilest cliffhangers, though.) I think the Scar is not that bad, since he sends the daughter back to his father, though in pieces (the last ones promising to be bigger but equally inanimate). I'm sure in the last chapter he'll turn out to have done all this for a good reason, like being employed by some secret services protecting the free world. I'm not losing faith in the guy.

For once, I voted and won...

Happy New Year, everyone! Let it be filled with lots of good things, and good stories!

Happy New Year, Good People of the Earth!

I'll bring non-flammable rope. Let the bonfire blaze! 24 hours before we decide whether the goat needs to roast.

I voted for 'no one'. I really don't see any narrative interest served by having one of the brothers die. The tour would be cancelled and they wouldn't go to Australia. Seen the band set-up, it would be quite unrealistic to have them go on without one of the musicians, without at least a few weeks of rehearsals, not counting the time needed to recruit someone (of course, there still may be a talented roadie, but then they would be darn lucky). I hence declare the Bastard Queen of the Evil Cliffhangers claiming the title of 'Queen of the Red Herrings', which I would have gladly conceded to Nickolas James so far, but our goat seems on the run for more titles yet.

Catching up on the backlog of chapters, only to witness the level of evilness CJ is capable of producing... I wholeheartedly join the fatwa; it'd better confirm Graeme's theory, or else...

Yeah, the slow roasting torture! This goat is indeed evil, and did this cliff stuff on purpose, as some kind of twisted Christmas gift. Get the sequel from the Beast ASAP! Fire, here it comes!

I'd be game for the event, since I may at last afford this type of fun thanks to my new job. Just hoping there won't be a conflict with possible concerts for the band; I'll have an eye on the calendar to make a suggestion.

For a story site, less is more. Just my opinion. What's important is the font and the margins (I'm not too fond of the text stuck to the frame, though I read stories hence formatted) So this looks really nice, though the font size's a bit small for me. But in FF, ctrl + solves this issue. By the way, why Lars Neuffelt? I've wondered before, now I ask.

Nice diversion, Jack. My spies got the real stuff. (And they thank you for paying 2,000

Thanks for your kind words, guys. I haven't had much time to think about all this; this is quite weird, but I've been in the UK since Monday, and getting into work mode gets your mind into totally different modes (not even talking about driving on the wrong side of the road). I have a very weird relationship with death and the grieving process, but I wonder whether I can actually pinpoint what I really feel about all this. I'll try, some day.

Figures, figures... Glad to se people pointed the editing/ editor's corner work. And the will to share his personal experience. Nice job, Jan.

Thanks to you all for your messages of support. They mean a lot, especially coming from people I care for. I'm only starting to realize my mom is gone. But though it could shock some people, her last few months haven't been filled with grief and sorrow. I'll remember this time as one of accompanying someone on her way to a long journey, but not a sad one.

Hi there, everyone. I haven't been insanely post-whoring lately, and I even lost some creds as a proofreader; but since November 1st, this has been quite a roller-coaster ride. I never discussed this here, and only told two people I think, though reading Krista's, Sharon's or Steve's blogs, I'm definitely not alone. My mom died on November 9th. She was diagnosed with breast cancer right before Christmas 2001. At that time, she was 55, walked and trekked a lot, worked too... I'll sum it up though: surgeries, chemotherapies, radiotherapy... Basically she never had more than three months of "relief". She always kept some hope of recovery. Well, let's say becoming a widow last year didn't help much. It started getting really bad ten months ago, she had to have spine surgery. She never really got better, and it became difficult to walk. Since then, she got tons of support from friends and relatives, so she could stay at home rather than go to the hospital. There was always someone at least to spend the night there. We've had some fun times with some of her friends I had not seen much since I'd left home 13 years ago. The last Sunday of October, I was in charge. Moving was getting really difficult, and she used a walking frame. But just walking to the bathroom had become an odyssey, so she used the commode next to her bed in the living room. She'd had some outside nursing help three times a day since the middle of October, so with someone in the evening, it was all covered. But when this began, she'd also gotten the results from her latest exams, and the radiotherapy had not had any effect. She had a tumor in her brain that didn't want to wane. I think this is when she lost hope. On Tuesday, my sister came to visit on her way to a family vacation, but she went only as far as getting her children to other relatives. We could no longer leave her alone for two or three hours at a time. With her doctor (a super nice, caring and patient lady), we managed to get some "home hospital" solution, with medical care on top of the other ones. I'll spare you the details of the next three days, but the commode had become an obsession, and my older sister and I had to help out the whole way. Plus my mom's speech patterns got worse and worse, as she seemed to think she had spoken a whole sentence when she'd said "I think that

As if we would even dream of doing such a sneaky thing! Posting while the Goat is away to mess up his stats? This would be downright devious, and not very Caprican-like.

What about your statement, though?

Ieshwar, you should try to see The Sound Of Music. Though I stayed 36 years of my life without seeing it, it's a great movie.