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TKR Story Hour: The Lady In The Basement
- Thread starter jack
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The Question
Eternal
Thanks, Jack, you rock.
And by the way, there are some previews available of other work I've done:
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/dtm/hardcase.txt
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/dtm/hazing.txt
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/dtm/offer.txt
And by the way, there are some previews available of other work I've done:
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/dtm/hardcase.txt
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/dtm/hazing.txt
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/dtm/offer.txt
Caitriona
Something Wicked
Caaaaiiiiit? Would you do me a huge favor? I can't register at SC for some reason, but would you let this guy:
Know that that's probably the best compliment I've ever been paid? :bigass: Seriously, that right there just totally made my day.
Well, I would have done it, but Jack beat me to it.
I can register you [we have it tuned off because of a spam bot]. What name do you want, and then I'll PM you the password and you can change it to what you want.
The Question
Eternal
The Saint is fine as a username, Cait. :bigass:
Caitriona
Something Wicked
The Question
Eternal
Thank you, Cait. The particulars you mentioned needed changing got changed, just waiting on an email to revalidate the account.
The particulars you mentioned needed changing got changed, just waiting on an email to revalidate the account.
Caitriona
Something Wicked
Thank you, Cait.
Excellent.
The Question
Eternal
Righty-o, well I can't keep my eyes open, so it's time for a power nap.
Oh -- here. Fun music:
[YOUTUBE]pwLtUP_4Afw[/YOUTUBE]
Oh -- here. Fun music:
[YOUTUBE]pwLtUP_4Afw[/YOUTUBE]
Donovan
beer, I want beer
Yeah I was going to point out that 115 is basically a hot shower, and the amount of water described wouldn't do much but make the bedbugs move around. a lot.
The Question
Eternal
To keep the fun going, I'm starting on "Act II proper" of Jack's story. Different narration, different tone but maintaining direct continuity with what's already on show.
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Eternal
Jack -- first part of Act II is in your PM box. If you look closely, you'll see some text that's got the strikethrough effect -- that's on purpose and part of the story, so don't remove it.
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Eternal
Like it? :bigass:
There's more coming, of course.
There's more coming, of course.
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Guess it's time for bed.
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Heh. I was right -- it was time for bed! 
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A big thank you to Jack.
jack
The Legendary Troll King
LOL! oh wait, maybe THIS is the "final Goodbye" thread.
Perfect time to start Part II
October 7th, 2011
It’s taken awhile. All of this has taken so much time. I thought that after awhile, I wouldn’t care anymore about what she did. I won’t use her name in here. Smarter that way. She’s already done enough to I finally found her, that’s the important thing. She’s so good at pushing buttons. So lazy about cleaning up the trail of people she’s lied to. None of them knew what they were helping me do, but they were all only too happy to help. Now she’s down there. I don’t know how I feel about that. She’s down there, and I don’t know whether I’m afraid or giddy. My hands are shaking so bad it’s hard to write in this notebook, but I want to remember this. I want to get all the little details that fade away. I want to keep them all. I’ve earned them.
I had the cellar already set up and waiting for its new guest. I don’t know who the owners of this place are. Were. It looks like it’s been abandoned for at least ten years, maybe twenty. The front is completely boarded up, the yard -- if there ever was a yard -- it must have went back to being prairie before they even left. This house is filthy but I don’t feel like I should clean any of it up. I don’t want anyone to guess too early that there’s life in here again. Plastic tarp on the couch is about all I’m going to allow myself. There’s a stream about a quarter mile south I’ve been getting water from. The water is cold and clear, but I don’t want to take any chances. The charcoal filter works fine at making sure the water is as healthy as it looks. It would almost figure that I would finally make her pay for what she’s done just to have the universe step in and get me in the process with some water borne parasite or something. The universe is just a big old prankster like that.
I have to remember not to leave these notes laying here. I need to make a point of that with myself. Almost time to charge the lantern’s batteries. Tomorrow the fun starts for real.
Perfect time to start Part II
October 7th, 2011
It’s taken awhile. All of this has taken so much time. I thought that after awhile, I wouldn’t care anymore about what she did. I won’t use her name in here. Smarter that way. She’s already done enough to I finally found her, that’s the important thing. She’s so good at pushing buttons. So lazy about cleaning up the trail of people she’s lied to. None of them knew what they were helping me do, but they were all only too happy to help. Now she’s down there. I don’t know how I feel about that. She’s down there, and I don’t know whether I’m afraid or giddy. My hands are shaking so bad it’s hard to write in this notebook, but I want to remember this. I want to get all the little details that fade away. I want to keep them all. I’ve earned them.
I had the cellar already set up and waiting for its new guest. I don’t know who the owners of this place are. Were. It looks like it’s been abandoned for at least ten years, maybe twenty. The front is completely boarded up, the yard -- if there ever was a yard -- it must have went back to being prairie before they even left. This house is filthy but I don’t feel like I should clean any of it up. I don’t want anyone to guess too early that there’s life in here again. Plastic tarp on the couch is about all I’m going to allow myself. There’s a stream about a quarter mile south I’ve been getting water from. The water is cold and clear, but I don’t want to take any chances. The charcoal filter works fine at making sure the water is as healthy as it looks. It would almost figure that I would finally make her pay for what she’s done just to have the universe step in and get me in the process with some water borne parasite or something. The universe is just a big old prankster like that.
I have to remember not to leave these notes laying here. I need to make a point of that with myself. Almost time to charge the lantern’s batteries. Tomorrow the fun starts for real.
The Question
Eternal
This isn't snuff porn. As I've already made explicitly clear, nobody dies. As I've also already made explicitly clear, these are fictional characters which in no way resemble any real person, living or dead. This story has nothing more to do with the person who commissioned it and the person it was commissioned to annoy than Misery, Hellraiser or Star Trek.
And since it's been a source of needed income over the past little while, let me offer a helpful counter-suggestion:
Bite me.