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I've been thinking of a more yeoman way to describe Death Magnetic, and it's like this:
You've just woken up and are enjoying a leisurely morning pee, scratching your thighs and blinking the crusty googe from your eyes. Suddenly, you realize that your clock is twenty minutes slow. The bus will be here any minute. In a panic, you pull up your drawers without wiping and run outside.
Alas, the bus is already at the stop! With a howl of despair, you run after the waddling behemoth, still trying to pull up your pants with one hand. The bus chugs serenely on, oblivious to your plight, gathering momentum as it goes. Faster and faster you run, lungs heaving, legs throbbing, a modern Celt with fare held aloft like a grubby standard.
But your pants, they are slipping, so you spare a fleeting instant to look down at the recalcitrant button.
Whereupon you smash face-first into the back of the bus, which has thundered to a halt at a red light.
Boom. Bone and blood.
Yeah, it's like that. And it's awesome.
I submitted some prompts for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_halloween. I'm not sure if I'm going to take a prompt from the claim pile once the opportunity arises. I shouldn't; I've got an idea backlog so huge that if it were in my colon, the doctor would order an intestinal lavage and three rounds of Colon Blow to clear it. I've got Et Tu and Stella's turn in History Lessons and Dowdfic and a Gordon Walker SPNfic. Not to mention two papers for Classical Mythology.
That being said, I won't be able to resist the lure of the creative shiny, and will duly pluck one from the pile against my better judgment. I'm already eyeing one prompt in particular with the gimlet, beady-eyed avarice ofInkwit a magpie.
Dammit.
You've just woken up and are enjoying a leisurely morning pee, scratching your thighs and blinking the crusty googe from your eyes. Suddenly, you realize that your clock is twenty minutes slow. The bus will be here any minute. In a panic, you pull up your drawers without wiping and run outside.
Alas, the bus is already at the stop! With a howl of despair, you run after the waddling behemoth, still trying to pull up your pants with one hand. The bus chugs serenely on, oblivious to your plight, gathering momentum as it goes. Faster and faster you run, lungs heaving, legs throbbing, a modern Celt with fare held aloft like a grubby standard.
But your pants, they are slipping, so you spare a fleeting instant to look down at the recalcitrant button.
Whereupon you smash face-first into the back of the bus, which has thundered to a halt at a red light.
Boom. Bone and blood.
Yeah, it's like that. And it's awesome.
I submitted some prompts for
spn_halloween. I'm not sure if I'm going to take a prompt from the claim pile once the opportunity arises. I shouldn't; I've got an idea backlog so huge that if it were in my colon, the doctor would order an intestinal lavage and three rounds of Colon Blow to clear it. I've got Et Tu and Stella's turn in History Lessons and Dowdfic and a Gordon Walker SPNfic. Not to mention two papers for Classical Mythology.That being said, I won't be able to resist the lure of the creative shiny, and will duly pluck one from the pile against my better judgment. I'm already eyeing one prompt in particular with the gimlet, beady-eyed avarice of
Dammit.
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