One of you readers did it. I KNOW ONE OF YOU DID IT.
Which one of you? Fess Up. It'll go easier on you if you do.
How the hell did this happen? I'm trying to fly under the radar here. Just popular enough to get feedback, not popular enough to actually get a ton of readers. Then Later, when it's finished, I can re-write the whole thing and sell it as an actual book and become rich beyond the dreams of AVARICE!!!
...
But seriously. Kinda cool. Weird, but cool. Thumbs up to you guys. Yer all awesome!
One of you readers did it. I KNOW ONE OF YOU DID IT.
Which one of you? Fess Up. It'll go easier on you if you do.
How the hell did this happen? I'm trying to fly under the radar here. Just popular enough to get feedback, not popular enough to actually get a ton of readers. Then Later, when it's finished, I can re-write the whole thing and sell it as an actual book and become rich beyond the dreams of AVARICE!!!
...
But seriously. Kinda cool. Weird, but cool. Thumbs up to you guys. Yer all awesome!
One of you readers did it. I KNOW ONE OF YOU DID IT.
Which one of you? Fess Up. It'll go easier on you if you do.
How the hell did this happen? I'm trying to fly under the radar here. Just popular enough to get feedback, not popular enough to actually get a ton of readers. Then Later, when it's finished, I can re-write the whole thing and sell it as an actual book and become rich beyond the dreams of AVARICE!!!
...
But seriously. Kinda cool. Weird, but cool. Thumbs up to you guys. Yer all awesome!
One of you readers did it. I KNOW ONE OF YOU DID IT.
Which one of you? Fess Up. It'll go easier on you if you do.
How the hell did this happen? I'm trying to fly under the radar here. Just popular enough to get feedback, not popular enough to actually get a ton of readers. Then Later, when it's finished, I can re-write the whole thing and sell it as an actual book and become rich beyond the dreams of AVARICE!!!
...
But seriously. Kinda cool. Weird, but cool. Thumbs up to you guys. Yer all awesome!
Jack is a normal slob trying to get ahead in normal world when some cultists from reversed gender morality superhero world (hereby referred to as reverse world) try to summon the anti-christ and accidentally snag Jack, who just happens to have the same name as the son of the devil....
One of you readers did it. I KNOW ONE OF YOU DID IT.
Which one of you? Fess Up. It'll go easier on you if you do.
How the hell did this happen? I'm trying to fly under the radar here. Just popular enough to get feedback, not popular enough to actually get a ton of readers. Then Later, when it's finished, I can re-write the whole thing and sell it as an actual book and become rich beyond the dreams of AVARICE!!!
...
But seriously. Kinda cool. Weird, but cool. Thumbs up to you guys. Yer all awesome!
B: Uh... Good job on those Brass Scorpions. But... well.. the guys wanted to know something.
S: Yeah?
B: Aren't they supposed to have stingers?
S: Yup.
B: They don't have stingers.
S: Yup.
B: At the end of each tail is a goat head.
S: Yup.
B: ... Okay. I'm going to ask... why?
S: A goat head on the end of a brass tail? That's scary!
B: Yeah but... S'sith? Ummm... A poisonous spike is more scary.
S: No it's not.
B: Uh yes. Yes it is.
S: You EXPECT a stinger on a brass scorpion, but a goat head? You'd be all... Wha? and wonder what the hell is up with that thing.
B: Yeah... there is the psychological aspect of it but-
S: And they spit.
B: They spit poison?
S: No. Normal spit. But they are very accurate with it.
B: Look. I understand that you-
S: Goats can eat anything!
B: ... Really?
S: Yup.
B: So... these goat heads can eat through power armor?
S: Well... no. No not really. But Tin cans? Not a problem. And grass as well. They are a terror of lawns EVERYWHERE.
B: This is Vraks. There's no grass on Vraks.
S: Oh.
B: What the fuck, S'sith.
S: [mumbles]
B: What?
S: I ran out of BRASS, Okay. I forgot to make stingers and I used all the brass on Brass Scorpions. So... I needed to put something up there.
B: What about a gun?
S: A what?
B: Gun. You could have put a gun up there. We got thousands of them.
S: Oh. Well... I didn't have any guns at the time. I had goats.
B: Look. Come here. To the railing. Look down. Look at that Brass Scorpion. How are we supposed to-
[The Brass Scorpion down in the assembly pit pointed its goat head at the exit. Beams of ruby light lanced out of goat head's eyes and burned a hole in the door. The Brass Scorpion strolled out of the assembly area and proceeded to wander off, randomly attacking people it stumbled across.
Here's the thing, In my opinion, it's light on the smut. But maybe a little smut goes a long way.
Thank you.
Again.
I think someone answered this one for me, but first link in my signature.
I knew it was you.
And for that, you get a short...
Boid: Hey, S'sithilis?
S'sithilis: Yeah, Boid?
B: Uh... Good job on those Brass Scorpions. But... well.. the guys wanted to know something.
S: Yeah?
B: Aren't they supposed to have stingers?
S: Yup.
B: They don't have stingers.
S: Yup.
B: At the end of each tail is a goat head.
S: Yup.
B: ... Okay. I'm going to ask... why?
S: A goat head on the end of a brass tail? That's scary!
B: Yeah but... S'sith? Ummm... A poisonous spike is more scary.
S: No it's not.
B: Uh yes. Yes it is.
S: You EXPECT a stinger on a brass scorpion, but a goat head? You'd be all... Wha? and wonder what the hell is up with that thing.
B: Yeah... there is the psychological aspect of it but-
S: And they spit.
B: They spit poison?
S: No. Normal spit. But they are very accurate with it.
B: Look. I understand that you-
S: Goats can eat anything!
B: ... Really?
S: Yup.
B: So... these goat heads can eat through power armor?
S: Well... no. No not really. But Tin cans? Not a problem. And grass as well. They are a terror of lawns EVERYWHERE.
B: This is Vraks. There's no grass on Vraks.
S: Oh.
B: What the fuck, S'sith.
S: [mumbles]
B: What?
S: I ran out of BRASS, Okay. I forgot to make stingers and I used all the brass on Brass Scorpions. So... I needed to put something up there.
B: What about a gun?
S: A what?
B: Gun. You could have put a gun up there. We got thousands of them.
S: Oh. Well... I didn't have any guns at the time. I had goats.
B: Look. Come here. To the railing. Look down. Look at that Brass Scorpion. How are we supposed to-
[The Brass Scorpion down in the assembly pit pointed its goat head at the exit. Beams of ruby light lanced out of goat head's eyes and burned a hole in the door. The Brass Scorpion strolled out of the assembly area and proceeded to wander off, randomly attacking people it stumbled across.
S: Oh. Yeah. Forgot they could do that.
B: Ooooo-kay. Maybe we CAN work with this.
People are being nice to me. I'm not used to this. Makes me... suspicious.
