The Paste Game

[ArtDrake]

Because the relativity doesn't have time to warp.

your way to the best years of your

[bugfartboy]

 
Whoever hides hatred has lying lips, 
And whoever spreads slander is a fool.

[ArtDrake]

With your tempo one beat less than the other
You'r three times more at fault

[bugfartboy]

I, however, will hold the right to disqualify you from competing, without competeing myself, if you spam just to gain more posts.

[ArtDrake]

http://sinisterdesign.net/forum/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=7.0;attach=282;image

[bugfartboy]

http://sinisterdesign.net/forum/index.php?topic=727.new#new

[ArtDrake]

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[Duskling]

Accented "N"

[ArtDrake]

(Actually, it's a tilda, and this is paste. Did ya really have that on your clipboard?)

[bugfartboy]

http://sinisterdesign.net/forum/index.php?action=unread;all;start=0

[The Holy namelesskitty]

this one's long so I'll put it in a spoiler


[spoiler]As the dawn broke in a deceptively carefree manner, the only reason to suspect the grave danger was the looming, undecorated, gray edifices which were forever looming and undoubtedly populated by R5. Warren was the first to awake, he always was. When the others awoke a morning meal, if it even qualified as a meal at all, was cooked over a portable gas burner, each member of the team carried their own provisions which were designed to last ten days. After the weary group had consumed their food everyone was at a loss, the whole concept seemed so huge and incomprehensible.
   "Well there's no use just sitting here," Warren observed, "we'll be no safer later than we are now, so we may as well do something."
   As the rest concurred in a cacophony of mumbles and incoherent grunts a message came over the compact shortwave radio Warren carried for just such instances. "If you haven't yet found it there's an antiradiative injection for each of you, trust me, you'll need it."
   Each person moved to the crate at their own pace; Jason was the first to arrive, as he pulled out a syringe Cassiopia, without warning, broke into a sprint. Only Roran seemed to understand her motives and began to trail behind her, leaving Tori and Warren gaping in surprise. Luckily Jason was as befuddled as his comrades and paused for long enough for Cassiopia to knock the syringe from his frozen hand, Jason was then promptly body slammed by Roran who was, to say the least, not very maneuverable.
   "You Idiot!" Cassiopia screamed, "You reckless impulsive fool! Don't you ever think, you never inject yourself without knowing what's in the needle!"
   Jason was taken aback, he was used to verbal lashings, he received them nearly every day, this time, however, Cassiopia's eyes burned not with anger but with fear.
   Roran analized the liquid within the miraculously unbroken tube, and showed the results to Cassiopia, there was much muttering most of it in an undertone, however a few phrases were distinguishable; "not impossible, improbable," "never seen it," and "definetally organic" were among the words comprehendable to the others. Finally Cassiopia trned to face Jason and said "Thank me, that was a neurotoxin."
   The remainder of the day passed relatively uneventfully with one exception, by general concensus the search for information was conducted outside of the ominous edifices, Warren picked up a piece of notebook paper torn from a spiral bound book, the lettering was readable in a sort of way the writing was legable but in a script previously unrecorded. Warren pocketed the page and decided to show it to Tori at the day's end.  As the day drew to a close the five companions regrouped to check that they all were, in fact, still alive. As the sky faded from a warm medly of pink and orange and was engulphed by a shroud of black night perforated by each star shining in the clear sky. Even in the danger that they were perpetually surrounded by, Warren couldn't help marveling at the majestic beauty of the sky, the more he thought about it the more he noticed that the sky had been this clear and beautiful the entire time he had been in Ukraine, the country in which the facility stood. Slowly his thoughts drifted toward the paper in his pocket, Warren pulled the folded sheet from its hiding place and unfolded the paper square. Warren stared into the writing and began to wonder about it, he started thinking unusually "maybe, I should keep it, It's not as if anyone knows about it, it could be my secret. Yes that sounds nice I'll just keep it safe, out of harm's way, after all, they might destroy it and-
   But Warren's greedy thoughts were interrupted by Tori "Here take this, It's cold out so you'll need it." She tossed a flannel parka into Warren's lap.
   "Wait," warren hesitated.
   "What?" Tori turned to face Warren.
   "Look this over, I'm going to sleep." Warren said the words quickly, as if trying to say them before they vanished. He handed the page of symbols to Tori, obviously glad to be rid of it.
   Tori took the page and walked over to a sheltered spot under a particularly large overhang and looked at it under the glaring light of a small portable lamp. Tori didn't move from this position for hours. Contrary to what he had said Warren did not sleep but lay down trying to make sense of what had come over him. As he fell asleep Tori still read or at lease stared at the page.

Twenty seven days remained.[/spoiler]

[bugfartboy]

http://sinisterdesign.net/forum/index.php?action=unread;all;start=0

[Duskling]

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[bugfartboy]

Duskling is awesome for supporting those who support non-plageristic behaviour.

[ArtDrake]

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