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spoketrying to write the Megaman slash story thing,augh! i began to wonder why everytime i try to write fanfiction, it wants to spiral off into this horrible, evil alternate universe where evreyone dies, or nearly everyone, and the hero turns evil...
this problem doesn't come as much when i try to do originals.
shrugs. temporary solution, for the Megaman stuff: comic relief! ah, the Bonnes: comic relief, villans and sub-bosses all in one package.
and then i noticed the little robots look even more like Lego-people. the little first try Lego people from ages ago, with smiley faces for features. (snickers ominously)
Dead of night, the rebuilt Gesellschaft
Tron had been up for some time, wandering about, making sure everything was perfect. Who knew when they'd run into trouble again. 'Like that... that Megaman.' she thought, scowling. Then she yawned.
'I've got to get some sleep, or I won't be able to design anything.' Toying with ideas for her next robot, she headed for the elevator shaft.
It was in the shaft that she heard the sound. "What in the world..." she whispered, and jabbed the stop button. "No... Lost it. Alright then..."
Trial and error (mostly in how to get the elevator not to go through the whole ship in one shot) lead her to the third floor. "There's nothing in here that's important. Well... the smallest flaw could get us killed. I'd better fix it anyway."
So, she set off through the third floor hallways. The comforting hum of machinery running properly was soon drowned out completely by the noise. Finally pinpointing it to a door, she stormed up and flung it open.
To fling it shut again, almost as quickly as she'd got it open. "That's not possible! I never programmed that! They.. they don't even have... I mean..." Feeling her face go pink, she inched the door open a little. "Calm down, you're tired, you're over worked... you're just going to prove to yourself that you're imagining things, and then go to bed." She stuck her head around the door, one eye peering in.
Then she shut the door, and stalked off. "Ooh, if I find out Teasel's been letting my kids watch porn, or... or something!"
and in the game, just before her first attempt to flatten Megaman, Tron does refer to them as her 'kids'. yay! non- ridicously angsty story...
although, i don't want to be completely humor, either... oh, well. as long as i keep having fun.
i tracked down a link to the person who handles icons, and asked a couple questions about my kitten ideas, so we shall see... (looks at mailbox) (despite having sent mail .1 second ago)
and, i have two comics for luckykitty's contest! i just need to wait to send them until i'm done with some other things, some new icons i want to use, because i think i can do better than what i've got. (Edit= to specify that i'm having to ask my dad to scan things for me)
this problem doesn't come as much when i try to do originals.
shrugs. temporary solution, for the Megaman stuff: comic relief! ah, the Bonnes: comic relief, villans and sub-bosses all in one package.
and then i noticed the little robots look even more like Lego-people. the little first try Lego people from ages ago, with smiley faces for features. (snickers ominously)
Dead of night, the rebuilt Gesellschaft
Tron had been up for some time, wandering about, making sure everything was perfect. Who knew when they'd run into trouble again. 'Like that... that Megaman.' she thought, scowling. Then she yawned.
'I've got to get some sleep, or I won't be able to design anything.' Toying with ideas for her next robot, she headed for the elevator shaft.
It was in the shaft that she heard the sound. "What in the world..." she whispered, and jabbed the stop button. "No... Lost it. Alright then..."
Trial and error (mostly in how to get the elevator not to go through the whole ship in one shot) lead her to the third floor. "There's nothing in here that's important. Well... the smallest flaw could get us killed. I'd better fix it anyway."
So, she set off through the third floor hallways. The comforting hum of machinery running properly was soon drowned out completely by the noise. Finally pinpointing it to a door, she stormed up and flung it open.
To fling it shut again, almost as quickly as she'd got it open. "That's not possible! I never programmed that! They.. they don't even have... I mean..." Feeling her face go pink, she inched the door open a little. "Calm down, you're tired, you're over worked... you're just going to prove to yourself that you're imagining things, and then go to bed." She stuck her head around the door, one eye peering in.
Then she shut the door, and stalked off. "Ooh, if I find out Teasel's been letting my kids watch porn, or... or something!"
and in the game, just before her first attempt to flatten Megaman, Tron does refer to them as her 'kids'. yay! non- ridicously angsty story...
although, i don't want to be completely humor, either... oh, well. as long as i keep having fun.
i tracked down a link to the person who handles icons, and asked a couple questions about my kitten ideas, so we shall see... (looks at mailbox) (despite having sent mail .1 second ago)
and, i have two comics for luckykitty's contest! i just need to wait to send them until i'm done with some other things, some new icons i want to use, because i think i can do better than what i've got. (Edit= to specify that i'm having to ask my dad to scan things for me)
