“Isn’t that like asking someone to not think of a blue elephant? They’re going to think about a blue elephant.”
Ahahaha!
I told you she’s a good audience surrogate!
“I stress, only a small percentage of people experience enough stress that they undergo any physical change.” The Doctor removed the stopper from the top of the vial and carefully handed it over, not letting go until she was sure Jamie had a firm grip.
were doing this man
Jamie held the vial for several long moments. “Now?”
“When you’re ready.”
Jamie tossed it back like she’d seen people throw back shots of hard liquor.
were making this HAPEN
She coughed as it coated the inside of her throat, her saliva doing little to nothing to help it down. The Doctor reached out, and Jamie handed her the vial.
Well, still makes more sense than “Act 6 Act 5 Act 1 x2 Combo!!!”.
So, what are we in for today? I guess I should just let Pastwell do the talking, since my predictions haven’t changed since the end of the last chapter:
Anyway, my predictions for next time are pretty much the same as for this one, though obviously without the one that actually happened in this chapter. I’m holding out hope for either Charlotte or Sierra’s POV, or for a check-in with someone on the other side of the rift Hookwolf created. I’d like to get to know Battery more, for one thing.
I suppose it’s also possible we’ll follow a Traveler and get some more information on what’s going on with Noelle and/or on the Travelers’ tight-knit backstory, now that Hookwolf’s schism has forced the Travelers’ cooperation with the Undersiders into the spotlight and Noelle has actually been seen.
Thank you, Pastwell.
So yeah! Let’s just jump right in and see if any of my suggestions come to pass!
Siberian’s stick was Bonesaw, the possibility of losing the girl’s company in one way, shape, or form. Threats against the girl would be met with a fury like no other. Boredom, similarly, would see Siberian stalking off on her own to amuse herself, a scenario that grounded the group until Siberian’s return hours or days later.
In other words, neither stick is particularly helpful for Jack.
Such usually meant a hasty retreat as the heroes who had realized that they could not defeat Siberian came after the rest of the group.
…right, that’s a problem for them too. Siberian’s one of their strongest defenses against such attacks.
Bonesaw wanted a family. Her stick was disapproval, a revoking of any ‘love’ from those closest to her.
Bonesaw continues to be the best.
She was far younger, emotionally, than her outward appearance suggested. She had bad dreams at night if she didn’t sleep in the embrace of one of her older teammates, usually Siberian.
Aww, poor thing.
When she didn’t sleep, or when her mood otherwise soured, she was as intolerable as any of the others, and among the most dangerous.
Oh, she’s absolutely dangerous. I’m not denying that.
She’s downright adorabloodthirsty, to borrow a Homestuck term.
One by one, the other members of the Nine seemed to notice Mannequin’s appearance. Shatterbird stepped back from the ruined husk of a massive suit of steaming armor and started flying their way, accompanied by a cloud of bloody glass shards.
Man, the in-universe art this could result in if only the victims were Homestuck trolls. 10-13 blood colors to adorn the cloud of shards, from all across the hemospectrum…
Bonesaw turned away from her patient. She spoke to the man, pushing him away. She might have said something like ‘run’.
Huh, that’s… odd.
The man stumbled five or six steps before his body began to swell. His right arm bloated up to three or four times the usual size, turning crimson, before it exploded violently, sending shards of bone and a spray of blood into the people nearest him.
I wonder what Bakuda would think of this tactic.
He screamed, only for his cries to grow shorter and more frantic, as the rest of him reached that critical mass. In another ten seconds, the remainder of his body detonated.
Is this what they do to the sheep in the Worms games? Is Bonesaw behind that?
Catching a ride with Siberian was something of an art form. Cherish had yet to master it, not even biting her tongue or keeping the short shriek from escaping her lips as Siberian stepped off the edge of the roof. Jack, for his part, allowed himself to go limp the second Siberian pulled at him. The four of them collectively dropped, Bonesaw riding atop Siberian’s shoulders, gripping her hair to maintain her position.
“(I’m “Member of the Midnight Crew” in this screenshot.)” – I think you accidentally a word. I’m pretty sure there’s supposed to be an “a” after “I’m” and before “Member”.
Heh. 😛
Well, not when “Member of the Midnight Crew” is a proper noun, a nickname.
But hey, I’m a night owl and a wise bird too. I suppose birds aren’t known for their grammar skills.
Pretty sure it was Slartibartfast who carved the coastlines of Norway, thank you very much. Though that’s not discounting the possibility that Andrew Hussie is a secret mouse.
“Maybe he carved away a bunch of the Norwegian coastline with a spoon.” And he managed to do it without disturbing those lovely crinkly edges that won an award for Slartibartfast.
Ahaha, that’s a good point!
Honestly, Andrew Hussie secretly being Slartibartfast isn’t all that far-fetched.
Random 4 AM prediction: At some point there will be a character (if there isn’t one already) whose civilian name is Rose. It seems like most works I’m actively in the fandom of has one at this point.
…the conversation I was in during the minutes before I scrolled down to read this sentence:
(I’m “Member of the Midnight Crew” in this screenshot.)
It was not the start I wanted for my day.
Ah, right. Taylor’s in the mindset where sleeping in is not a luxury, but a failure.
So it turns out we’re not following right on from the end of the last chapter. Due to the amount of immediate continuity between chapters recently, I didn’t actually consider that possibility.
I guess that means she went back to the Hive to recover.
I’d been too tired to sleep, I hadn’t been able to get my thoughts to slow down, and I hadn’t been able to resist just one more check of my territory to ensure people were safe and sound.
Checking if people are okay is Taylor’s version of checking her phone in bed.
I don’t know if that’s funny or just sad.
Compounding it all were my injuries, which did an excellent job of jolting me from the twilight of almost-sleep any time I moved the wrong way or shifted position. When daylight had started to stream in through the slits in the metal shutters, I’d pulled a pillow over my head and tried to get just a few hours more.
I guess she must’ve managed it eventually, because at this point it doesn’t sound like she slept in.
If I wound up having to face down Mannequin or any other members of the Nine, I’d need to be well rested. Running on two or three hours of sleep would get me killed.
…that’s probably true, yes.
It sure didn’t feel like the added sleep I got made any difference.
I think sometimes it’s worse to get a short sleep than a very short or no sleep, due to the sleep getting interrupted before it can properly end. Like turning off a computer without a soft shutdown, but for the sleep cycle.
There’s a Wormverse TTRPG written by Wildbow (technically still in-progress but popular as-is), a Wormverse story done on a forum by Wildbow (kind of like HS), a few Worm MtG cards made by Wildbow and more by fans, and fan-made material for D&D (some of which you’ve seen – capes converted to spells), CAH, SotM, Savage Worlds, Hearthstone…
Sounds like both Wildbow and the fandom have been busy bees!
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