Fine, you can laugh, you don't have the nightmares, the flashbacks, the twitches when you see hourglasses on a screen ...
You know, my big sister could really beat the crap out of her. I mean, really really.
Dawn ,'Storyteller'
Sang Sacré
The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.
Connie Neil - Oct 11, 2002 5:53:54 pm PDT #55 of 1100
brillig
erikaj - Oct 12, 2002 3:29:05 pm PDT #56 of 1100
Always Anti-fascist!
Oh, the humanity.
Gudanov - Oct 15, 2002 8:03:16 am PDT #57 of 1100
Coding and Sleeping
I sit at my big desk, the one with all the backlighting so I can appear as a shadowy figure. However nobody is showing up to be shadowy in front of. Never could count on superheros. I return to the lab, where Inga is monitoring the big console 'o video screens.
"Inga, what's going on out there? Did any of my superheros show up?"
"Just a free agent apparently hunting down a halogram of a paper clip."
"Damn, I guess I just have to shut down the controller myself. Have Hans prepare the Gudmobile."
Gudanov - Oct 21, 2002 12:03:39 pm PDT #58 of 1100
Coding and Sleeping
Hans pulls off the tarp revealing the yellow and wood-paneled glory of the '74 AMC Matador wagon that is the Gudmobile.
"Hans, hook up the big cable to the port under the license plate."
Hans follows the orders and hooks up the huge cable. "What's it for boss?"
"Power. I replaced the engine with a fusion reactor. It takes a lot of power to start it up. Oh, never turn off the engine while you're driving it, it can't start without a rather large external power source. Now get in and turn the ignition when I give the command."
Hans gets in with a little hesitation and sticks the key in the ignition. "Fusion, huh?"
"Yeah, very environmental and loads of torque." I flip the big metal lever that puts the Matador's reactor in circuit with the city's power grid. Once again I reget not finishing the work on the new castle reactor that would have enough power for this job. "Okay, crank it!"
Hans turns the key. The lights flicker and go out for a couple of seconds. They flicker back to life. A low hum emits from the Matador. I spy a red light the garage console.
"Hey computer, what happend?"
The ignition sequence overloaded the city power grid. The castle is now operating on the internal reactor.
"So did that cut power to the holographic controller?"
Affirmative. No part of the city power grid is currently on-line.
"Hans, turn the car off. Looks like our problem is solved."
Liese S. - Oct 21, 2002 1:30:37 pm PDT #59 of 1100
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Um. It seems dark.
Holli - Oct 21, 2002 1:36:03 pm PDT #60 of 1100
an overblown libretto and a sumptuous score/ could never contain the contradictions I adore
Hey, where'd the lights go? Guys? Guys?
aaaawrooooooo.....
§ ita § - Oct 21, 2002 2:13:55 pm PDT #61 of 1100
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I think I hear a grue.
DXMachina - Oct 21, 2002 2:29:38 pm PDT #62 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Just as I'm getting ready to go over to the bar for the evening, the phone rings.
"Hey, boss?"
"Hey, Phred, what's up?"
"The power's out down here. You want me to keep the place open, or what?"
"No kidding?" I've got all the electricity I need, thanks to the midget fission reactor down in the basement. I look out the window, and notice that there are no lights showing from any of the neighboring houses. "Looks like power's out here, too. Huh. Okay, keep the place open. It probably won't be out for long. I'll over over in about fifteen minutes." I hang up, then head into my office, straight to the gun safe, and grab the AR-15 and a couple of clips of ammo. There's probably nothing sinister about the blackout, but it always pays to be prepared.
DXMachina - Oct 21, 2002 2:33:32 pm PDT #63 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Hans pulls off the tarp revealing the yellow and wood-paneled glory of the '74 AMC Matador wagon that is the Gudmobile.
My mom had one of these when I was in college. I liked it.
Beverly - Oct 21, 2002 2:36:09 pm PDT #64 of 1100
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
"Well, I know you can see in the dark, but I can't." Cat purring on my shoulder sounds smugly self-satisfied.
"Oh, don't even tell me it's not dark. I know dark. Ow." I bark my shin on ... something hard. "Dammit. This is dark."