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Mon/Fri: The Darkest Joke I Refuse to Take Out
🕑 Added 2019-12-03 01:43:54 +0000 UTCHe probably didn't deserve that, but on the other hand, he most likely did.
I am currently writing the final stretch of Section 99: A Good Man, and things have broken down into the bloodbath I have been building towards for the past 40 pages. I was a little worried when I started, because I didn't know if I was capable of shifting gears into the mode I needed this writing to be at, but I'm proud of what I've got so far. The words my brain wants to put the mood I'm laying down is "brutal tactical action slapstick." People are getting blown apart in it, yet gags are happening, and it's hitting a tone that's been really darkly pleasing for me. Which leads me to my preview for you, of what's coming, an example of brutal tactical action slapstick, mixed with my own personal authorial opinions towards certain topics. Enjoy!
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He stacked himself against the door to the next room, and tuned his senses- a lot of movement in a bigger space, a lot of hushed voices, a lot of angry confusion and issuing orders. He reasoned this was it, what he was looking for, one way or another. Then he tweaked hard, a threat on his immediate six.
“F-freeze,” said a voice behind him.
He turned, and found a man of his early 20s in an ash gray suit and a green tie, blue eyes watery but intense, leveling an Imperial arissiyan pulse pistol at his head. Its gold inlays matched his blonde hair.
“Kid, do everyone a favor and put that thing dow-” Van began.
“You v, violated the NAP,” he said.
Van stared at him, blinking.
The flailing body of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed young man of his 20s crashed through the doors of the next room. He was immediately chewed to pieces by a hail of PDW and carbine fire, before a single shot from a combat riveter turned him to wet rags. From his position, Van listened.
“Aw, fuck, who was that?”
“Shit!”
“Oh man, I think that was Darcy Pennington.”
“Oh my fuck.”
“You think?”
“Do you know who his fucking dad is?”
“YOU THINK??”
“SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT-”
Van made his move.
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The rest comes this week. See you then!
