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This calls for a cross-over with Nexis's superheroes.: (...)Beelzebub was laughing in his evil high-pitched shriek. He stopped all of a sudden. "What the f...?" He felt some shift in the balance of the truck load. The radiactive waste was being put back in! He started pushing the pump switch frantically. Then he felt waves circling around his head. 'Good kitty, nice, nice Kitty' a soft voice was echoing through his head. No, this couldn't be! Not again these darn Brit superheroes he'd been warned about on evilvillainsforum.org! He tried with all his feline might to struggle against the goodness overpowering him. As he looked into the rearview mirror, knowing full well the object was closer than it appeared, he saw a hunk in pink tights and a similarly hugging nylon costume pushing the radioactive waste back into a tank by just using his hands as if they were a magnet. Hanging out from a Mini Cooper's passenger window, on the vehicle's right, he was also intently looking at the truck's cabin. "The Brighton Rock! He's for real!" Then his mind got lost in visions of piles of fish. His foot left the gas pedal as the truck came to a stop.

I might be prejudiced towards Eton. Foreigner's misconceptions, maybe. But if the ties at St Paul's look better, why not? A whole team would maybe be a bit difficult to accomodate, but it sure would bring some life in the house. I liked the superheroes in the Mini Cooper a lot. A distinct European flavour, when our friends from across the Atlantic have their heroes drive around in Mustangs and Chargers. Plus the Mini Cooper leads to problems and questions. A great fictional device.

(...)"You guys are in deep trouble now!" I turned around, puzzled that I couldn't link the voice I heard with any of the goons in the mob that had cornered Steve and me and were apparently planning to use their carving knives on us. Then I saw him. Beelzebub! Beelzebub was an evil talking cat! "Yup guys, you're right I'm an evil talking cat, and a mind-reading one at that. How do you like them apples?" The snarl was ghastly. An evil cat's snarl is very, VERY scary. " You know Eric comes from ehre meaning honor and rik meaning king, don't you? So how do you think he could have been anything but an industrious, honest and benevolent young man? I've pulled the strings from the very beginning, and you dimwits have never suspected me. Slice them, guys, and please mix their meat with tuna before you can it, I'll have food for a few months! Mwah! Ha! Ha" (...) Good luck keeping your credibility with this one, CJames.

I actually enjoyed Winnipeg. I see what you mean, Jacques, but it may be cool too to be stuck in the middle of nowhere. Maybe a matter of how long you're there. And the city does look like Chicago (outside the Loop). Only drawback: it's full of Manitobans, and these people are Canadians.

In Icelandic,? My friend Fjalar Sigur

As always, it depends on how it's handled. Do not shy away from it if you really feel like writing this second part with this character. You may always have a disclaimer if you're afraid it might shock readers.

A good way to get back on topic is to have a new Nexis Pas story posted. Definitely an explorer of all genres, this time there is a SF element. A mildly graphic beginning, but I'd feel confident to say this can be read by most people here anyway. It's called Toby's Tours, and you should have fun discovering this master of the short story's new piece.

No, I'm not gonna give the name of the number one poster of the site, it would endanger his reputation as a shy, quiet lurker. And yes jeopardizing characters on the road is not nice! At the same time, a fiction writer can have his character do all sorts of booze and drugs and making it safely home, or being abruptly run over by a garbage truck while perfectly sober and reasonable. So, we'll see what Steve has up his sleeve...

Thanks for all the personal info, Jack. It will make the abductor's job much easier. And New-Worlders VS. Old-Worlders? Trying to bring dissent again? No, I'm just waiting for a moderator to bring things back on topic. From my experience, being random doesn't have to do with which side of the Atlantic you're on. BTW, thanks for dedicating 5% of your post to FTL. That's more than this one.

The show so far: Kingman, Az Walmart Walmart moving to Australia Traffic in small towns Traffic in small towns near a Walmart. It's only Thursday! This type of silliness is Monday stuff. Please, other readers, drop in and leave a comment about the story. I think as Jan pointed out, Steve and Chris are being watched. The author's devious mind must have hatched some peril they're going to fall into. Not to disappoint you, Conner, but they're more likely to run around the hills dodging bullets than frolicking in the sun. Naked. Though they might be running around naked dodging bullets.

So why no mention of a nice cup of this black brewed wonder? Or of anything else? It couldn't be that the author just wants to focus on the conversation that's going on? He mentioned before they were willing to have an Egg McMuffin at McDonald's, and then the breakfast vanishes into thin air? Is barely alluded to? Car (a cab!). Charlie. Condom. COFFEE. (Anybody good in cryptology to help out?)

So, you'll make sure no one bullies me or stuff? Cool! Thanks, Drewbie.

I'd join you in chanting, but I'm afraid the quiet, shy lurker, who just overcame the Big Boss in number of posts, will have an occasion to take the lead. So, let's demand 21! 21!21!21!

I heard on the radio Kurt Vonnegut died yesterday. I laughed out loud reading his novels, and they are among the few I may read over and over with interest. Just reread Jailbird a couple months ago. That's both hilarious and quite disturbing. It was a decade last week Allen Ginsberg died. Though they don't have too much in common, they were some sort of heroes for me. Always strange to feel really bad over someone you didn't know, but that's the case. So it goes.

Yeah, Shdowgod has been listed for two hours and he's never in when I get there. I went there this morning (last night for you people GMT -5 to 8), and though it's fun (there were 6 people, Andy being one, he he!), it's very difficult to carry out a meaningful conversation. From my very small experience in chat rooms it seems you always end up having people carrying out different conversations, so the dynamics are difficult to get. By the time you type a 2-line reply, the topic or the focus has already changed twice. Is there an instruction manual for good chats?

What a goat wants, a goat gets. I reread the chapter. 4033 words, 57 chapters, 5 of which have no reference to intimate contact. Word count: ass: 18 cock:14 hard-on: 5 This is obviously very graphic; not a big fan of the "quivering" and "throbbing" as adjectives. I won't go into any discussion on erotica VS. porn, to me you've got well-written sex and poorly-written sex. This falls under the first category. But I'm not necessarily a good customer. I love 30s style sex scenes, with tons of hypocrisy and innuendo. But OK, what we like in sex is an intimate matter that's difficult to discuss. What I mean is that what got me into reading this story was how Andrew changed from the first chapter to the others, and the fact that he wasn't an obvious "hero", completely positive and righteous. Hence I'd like to know more about the story to see how this scene fits in the whole scheme. A sentence like "He was the most thoughtful, caring and romantic lover in the world, and for every minute I invested in bringing him off, he made an even harder effort to see to it that I got a healthy return on my investment." makes me wonder if Andrew is really altruistic. That's it.

But not in this chapter! They eat at the International House of Pancakes! No mention of what they order for breakfast. So do they have coffee? And no coffee at the party. A punch "with a high octane rate", though. Another word starting with C, and with the same number of letters than java: condom. Secret subliminal message? Otherwise, the story's nicely moving on. Nice small episodes to illustrate what's going on in Jeremy's life. Zack is cool.

OK for the hair color prejudice. Actually, the complete quote is: and some men do it in Palm Springs laying it into butterblondes with Cadillac souls It's from Charles Bukowski's Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . A really nice poem according to my standards. And besides a mystery novel taking place in Palm Springs, all I know about this fair city. Anybody get back on topic? I went to Brighton once!

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Back in 1981, Fabrice Josso ( Sans Famille is a melodrama, he's cuter when he smiles. This guy's still an actor, though only a voice: he dubs series and movies.): See the excellent movie by Ken Loach, The Wind that Shakes the Barley, for the great (though quite violent and hard to take) story, and the very handsome lead actor, Cillian Murphy:

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My take is that the story ends once they go to college. But your concern makes sense that it could go on forever and ever. I doubt it will. From what Shdowgod said, the end is not too far away.