Making sure this is saved in the board transfer (I hope). Kinda sorry I missed the start of this.
The Abrams is one of the most effective war machines on the planet. - R. Lee Ermy.
Q: How do you wreck an Abrams?
A: You crash into another one.
I'd be glad to pick this story back up, if there's enough interest.
So I take it that this story should just die?
If you're writing it because you enjoy it, then no. The only reason to write is because you enjoy the story you're telling; as long as you love it, it doesn't really matter if anyone else does or not.
City of Heroes taught me that when the world is burning, you don't just stand by and watch, you grab a fire extinguisher and do whatever you can to stop it-even if it's not much at all. Sign the petition to keep City of Heroes alive HERE.
@MissKyo, Leader of the Teamsters coalition on Protector
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You took the words outta my mouth. You should write because you want to, not because you have to. Unless you're getting paid to write, then that's another matter entirely. |
Originally Posted by DJKyo
If you're writing it because you enjoy it, then no. The only reason to write is because you enjoy the story you're telling; as long as you love it, it doesn't really matter if anyone else does or not.
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Huron: "...with Coffee primary / Attitude secondary"
Charnage: "Please. Think of the poor defenseless desks."
"The Babylon Project was our last, best hope for peace. It failed... In the year of the Praetorian War, it became something greater... our last, best hope for victory."
I enjoyed reading the first part, I agree with Kyo though, only write something if you enjoy doing so.
Note: This story takes place a few weeks after Charlie first found Kyo-chan.
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*clank* *clank* *clank* Heroo?
*clank* *clank* *clank* Heroooo? Anyone?
*clank* *clank* *clank* *clank* *clank* *clank* Ah! Bad guy! I get you, bad guy! FWHOOOSH!
Professor Charles Winthrop, standing atop a ladder in the Grand Room of the DoT Base turned around just in time to lean out of the way of the electrical blast that shot past his head.
Kunoichi Kyo-Chan! What are you doing with my Armor? I demand that you take it off right this whoah!
Before the Professor could finish his tirade, arms wind milling, he fell from the ladder. Just before he could hit the floor forty feet below, a small blue and pink shape swooped in, and lowered him to the ground safely.
The diminutive den mother of the Defenders of Time, Sally Burns straightened the Professors tie for him. Charles, is everything okay? I was in the galley and heard
Duck! the Professor yelled, throwing himself and Sally to the floor, as another bold of high voltage electricity arced over their heads. Childish laughter quickly followed.
Ah, I see, Sally said, a smile playing across her features, Well, we can put a stop to this quickly enough. She pulled a small device from a pouch on her belt, aimed it at the tiny catgirl wearing the ill-fitting steam-powered armor, and pressed a button.
Beep Beep the Armor replied, as the tesseract field surrounded the catgirl, folding the Armor back into the Belt. There we go. Crisis averted, this time, the diminutive Heroine said, tucking the device back into her pouch.
Sally, what was that device? the Professor asked, as he collected the belt and the catgirl, one in his left hand, the other, squirming, under his right arm.