06-25-2003, 03:20 PM
The Cold Shoulder
or
"I shaved my legs, for this?"
cold tanned fanfic by BabeInLeather
She slunk silently past the hordes of moon lords, her Cloak of Shadows hiding from them her rapid, yet incredibly silent but deadly, thanks to her belt full of choking gas flasks, progress towards the demonic master of the coked-up minotaurs in whose posession lay the one and only treasure worth finding in this decrepit, frozen, ice lined hellhole known as the Ancient's Way: the Torn Flesh of Souls, an armor of legendary power which had yet to be found by anyone anywhere, and was thus the rarest of the rare and most sought after treasure craved by greed maddened hordes of freebooters in the land called, erroneously, Sanctuary, unless you happened to be a complete nutcase assassin like herself.
(OK, the colon really was a cheesy to attach a clause, but it is one horrific sentence! :D)
Death by a thousand comma splices, indeed!
or
"I shaved my legs, for this?"
cold tanned fanfic by BabeInLeather
She slunk silently past the hordes of moon lords, her Cloak of Shadows hiding from them her rapid, yet incredibly silent but deadly, thanks to her belt full of choking gas flasks, progress towards the demonic master of the coked-up minotaurs in whose posession lay the one and only treasure worth finding in this decrepit, frozen, ice lined hellhole known as the Ancient's Way: the Torn Flesh of Souls, an armor of legendary power which had yet to be found by anyone anywhere, and was thus the rarest of the rare and most sought after treasure craved by greed maddened hordes of freebooters in the land called, erroneously, Sanctuary, unless you happened to be a complete nutcase assassin like herself.
(OK, the colon really was a cheesy to attach a clause, but it is one horrific sentence! :D)
Death by a thousand comma splices, indeed!
Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Men 'O War!
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete