Forget this existed
You are now the team mom you can not escape it.
A Worm in the Gulch (Worm/Red vs. Blue)
- Thread starter SkyRig
- Start date
- Crossover
alexfal21q
Do I have better things to do? Nope.
Something we never asked for, but found out we needed. Very nice chapter here!
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
Given how Lenard's relationship with his actual daughter went, that's hardly surprising.
So she's going to be a medic? I'd ask if she was going to be replacing Doc, but given the way command works, I see no reason why they wouldn't still send him there at some point.
I mean there was that time with Grif's sister, an alien, a rock...
I bet it was Donut.
With her bare hand?
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Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
Gonna be honest, it amuses me that Tay's weirded out by Caboose crushing on a tank. Humans packbond with just about anything.
- Location
- marble Minnesota USA
No, she is wearing blue armor now. They changed her while she was unconscious from the fall in chapter 3. I just wondering if were ever going to go back to Bet and if so when. After seasons 5, 8, or 10? I think I'll like it if it was 10, Mainly cause we can have them come back in the spaceship and also have wash and Carolina as well.
Functionality
The Scholar
- Location
- At the Library
- Pronouns
- He
Florido Sapiens must be one crazy species of human.
Lol. More like he doesn't want to be a creep and hit on the teenager.
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
Don't get your hopes up, its one sided.
Kell of Snow
Verified TinTin enjoyer
- Location
- New York
Ironic how the team mom is the youngest one there.
BlackBaron
Inspector General
- Location
- Michigan, USA
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
But she also the only one with more than an ounce of responsibility.
Kell of Snow
Verified TinTin enjoyer
- Location
- New York
I never said otherwise.
#5 - Workplace Violence (AKA Taylor Really Hates Her Job)
SkyRig
Wake the f#ck up, samurai.
- Location
- Someplace in California
- Pronouns
- He
#5: Workplace Violence
(AKA Taylor Really Hates Her Job)
Church stared at me incredulously. "…I'm sorry, run that by me again. I'm pretty sure I misheard you."(AKA Taylor Really Hates Her Job)
"No, you heard me correctly," I said flatly. "Don't ask me how, but Caboose not only somehow managed to blow up the armory, he also did it stark naked since you made it blatantly clear he's not allowed to go anywhere near it with a ten foot pole, with only a hairpin. And he did all of this…with a role of scotch tape."
"And where in the ever-loving fuck did he find scotch tape?"
"How am I supposed to know?!"
"You're his babysitter!"
I threw up my hands. "What part of, I can't look after him 24/7, do you not understand? Oh, that's right, you can't because you're so busy PMSing!"
"Wow," Tucker commented to the side. "Barely been a month and she finally cracked. Should I bring the divorce papers now or later?"
"Shut up, Tucker!" Church and I shout in unison, not sparing the aqua-colored cassanova a second glance.
The worst part I could say about all of this is that this was how my morning started. I woke needing to use the bathroom, and the second I leave the room, Blue Base shook. I smelled the smoke almost immediately. Any plans to use the restroom went out the window almost immediately when I heard Caboose screaming, "Tucker did it!" throughout the whole base.
It took us two hours to put out the fire. For some ungodly reason nobody thought to install a sprinkler system in this place or leave a fire extinguisher if something like this happened. We actually had to pick up handfuls of dirt and for Tucker to…ugh, do his business…to put out the fire.
I felt like I understood why Dad chugged so much coffee in the morning before he went off to work. It was too early for this shit, and there wasn't a lick of coffee to be found here.
"As fun as it is watching you two bitch at each other," Tucker said without missing a beat. "Shouldn't you go looking for Caboose? I couldn't find him after we put out the fire."
"What the f—he was just here!" Church exclaimed. "Tucker, go look for him."
"What?! Why me?!"
"Just do it!"
"Ugh, fine." Tucker clicked his tongue and walked away, yelling over his shoulder. "Hey, Taylor! Try not to kill Church, no matter how tempting it is, okay?!"
No promises, I wanted to say.
If the robot had hair, Church would have torn it all out in frustration by this point. Three months ago, all he had to deal with was Tucker bemoaning the fact that there weren't any chicks in Blood Gulch and the Reds, who he honestly couldn't muster the energy to care or think about. After Captain Flowers' unexpected passing, Command saw it fit to send them back up. Church was expecting someone like the captain, and instead they got a rookie who hadn't even been to a battlefield! He didn't even know how to handle a gun! Hell, he never even finished basic training!
That was just the start of his growing headache. It only got worse when Caboose, the colossal idiot, gave their flag to the enemy, which then led to his subsequent death, and later Tex's. As if that wasn't bad enough, the universe decided to dump a civvie who got kidnapped or something. The decision to shanghai her was spur of the moment since he expected to have her for a few days, maybe a week at best before Command got back to him. Instead, she'd been here for a month now and Comman had yet to give him any updates.
It'll take time, they said. It's a temporary arrangement, they said. It's been a month, you assholes! Oh, how he wished he could have said that to whoever that Price prick was to his face, but as volatile as he was, even Church knew mouthing off to Command was a quick way to get court-marshaled and stare down a firing squad. Still, he could dream and think about it.
Taylor was…okay, let's be honest. Church thought she was an annoyance. Sure, she was stuck in a bad situation that was in no way her fault and he pitied her for it, but that did not change the fact that she was making things worse for him. He now had an extra mouth to feed, she was a civilian with no formal training whatsoever, and she was stuck in Blood Gulch. The middle of fucking nowhere, or he liked to call it, Bum-Fuck-Egypt. She was useful when keeping track of Caboose, which he was immensely thankful for when Caboose started calling her "mom".
Better her than him.
At any rate, as the days went on, it was quickly becoming apparent that Taylor's impromptu stay was looking to be permanent. On the one hand, he'd have a Caboose babysitter on hand, but on the other hand, she was just as likely to whine and be miserable about not being able to go home. He already had to deal with Caboose, and he was not about to deal with an angsty teenage brat who was liable to get worse during shark week.
"Look," Church started, trying very hard not to raise his voice. "Look, I get it. You don't want to be here. And I don't want to deal with another headache. You don't like me, that's fine. I'm an asshole. It's my job and profession, and I'm not gonna change it because somebody can't handle it. But for one freaking second, could you not try and bite my goddamn head off?!"
Taylor glowered at him. She was getting the hang of expressing herself even with a helmet on. "Maybe as soon as you stop screaming at me for the littlest of things! I can't be looking after Caboose all day, every day. Why didn't you ask Tucker to help with Caboose?!"
"…Tucker."
"That's what I just said."
"Tucker," Church said again. "You want Tucker to deal with Caboose. When Caboose has almost killed us within this past week alone more times than I care to count, and always puts the blame on him?"
He imagined the teen girl opening her mouth to say something, only to close it and turn to the side with an awkward cough. Church sighed. "If you want Tucker to help you, fine. Just don't blame me when he gets a bullet lodged in his stomach and we have to waste what little duct tape we have."
"And I keep telling you people, duct tape is not a substitute for bandages or band-aids!"
"Hey, it works wonders for me!" Church defended.
"Because you're apparently mostly bolts and wires!" Taylor rebuked. "And my point still stands!"
Before he could go onto the wonders of duct tape and how useful it was, especially in tight situations, Tucker chose at that moment to return with Caboose in tow. "As funny as it is watching you two bicker like an old married couple…"
Taylor and Church gagged, the former moreso.
"…we have a problem."
The latter felt the onset of a headache starting to form in the back of his head. "Please tell me you didn't let him run around with scissors again."
"First off, that was your fault for leaving them out in the open," Tucker snapped. "And secondly, no. He's doing that weird mood swing thing again!"
"Don't ever be alone."
"See what I mean?"
Church groaned. "For the last time, Tucker. I am not your mother, so don't go coming to me to complain about whatever the hell it is you think happened." He nudged his head towards Taylor. "If you wanna bitch, take it up with her."
"Fuck you too, asshole."
"No thanks, bitch."
Tucker sighed. "I'm being serious here. Earlier he threatened to cut off my head and give it to you as a birthday present!"
"No, I didn't!" Caboose denied. "You're taking it out of context!"
"What context?!"
Church slapped a hand against his helmet's visor. Why the hell did I sign up for this job…?
As Church continued to bicker with Tucker and Caboose, seemingly forgetting my existence in the meantime, I turned to head back into base. Since I was wide awake, I might as well get back into studying for my medical license and maybe teach these idiots how to properly heal a wound. I barely made it ten steps before I noticed a new face approaching Blue Base. It was a soldier, or so I assumed since they were the same power armor as everyone else in the canyon, but their armor was painted purple.
I felt a pit form in my stomach, wondering if they were enemy or friend. My hand slowly reached for the sidearm attached to my thigh. I wasn't planning on shooting them, just a warning shot. Even so, the idea of doing such a thing made my palms sweaty.
"Excuse me," the soldier said as he walked up to me. "Is this Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha?"
"It is," I replied warily. "Who are you?"
"I'm Medical Officer DuFresne."
I blinked underneath my helmet. "Medical Officer…?" I glanced back over at Church. What was a medical officer doing here? Did Church contact him or something? "What exactly do you want? Is somebody sick?"
"We received a message from a soldier here, Private Tucker. Something about a wounded Freelancer?"
Freelancer? Oh, right, Tucker mentioned that. They were mercenaries or something. Blue Team hired one three months ago to help them take back their flag, but she ended up dying when she launched an assault on Red Base.
…Wait, hang on, that doesn't sound right. Texas died three months ago, so why was a medical officer here now? I eyed DuFresne with renewed suspicion. "One second," I said as I walked back over to Church. "Hey, Church."
"Seriously, you idiots. This whole competition to get my attention has got to stop."
"Church!" I called out again.
Blue Base' resident asshole huffed, looking back at me. "What is it, Taylor?"
"There's a guy here named DuFresne. He says he's a medical officer. He also says he's here about the message Tucker sent about your friend Texas."
"What?" Tucker said. "That was three freaking months ago! What, did he crawl all the way here?"
"Why don't you ask him?" I pointed a thumb over my shoulder. "He's right over there."
Church and Tucker looked at each other, then walked on over to DuFresne. Predicably, I was left with Caboose, who looked like he was…pouting? "Something wrong, Caboose?"
"Church got angry with me again…" he moped. "Tucker takes things the wrong way. I wasn't being serious about…whatever it is I was saying."
"No offense, Caboose, but you tend to say the weirdest things without meaning to," I said gently. I didn't get his weird mood swings, but I assumed it was because he was maybe screwed in the head or had special needs. Thinking about it now, Caboose reminded me of Lennie from Of Mice and Men. Simple-minded if a bit challenged, but well-meaning and childish. Now whether he had the strength to match was something I didn't want to know.
Caboose tilted his head to the side. "I do?"
"Yeah. Whenever you go…how did Church put it? O'Malley? Speaking of, what's up with that? Is that your first name?"
"Nope! I'm Caboose!"
I sighed. Okay, let's try that again. "What's your full name?"
"Michael Caboose."
I raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you want to be called O'Malley?"
"Cuz that's what the mean person said."
"Mean person? Who are you—"
BLAM!
I jumped at least five feet in the air when the obnoxiously loud gunshot pierced through the air. Church screamed not a moment sooner. "Scatter!" I followed the rest and made a mad dash for the rocks near Blue Base, all the while avoiding the gunshots sailing overhead.
"Hike up your knickers, fellas!" My blood froze when I heard that familiar, southern voice barking out orders. "Let's go get 'em!"
Oh you have got to be fucking kidding…
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Functionality
The Scholar
- Location
- At the Library
- Pronouns
- He
Command
I found a typo, can you please edit it?
I personally prefer smaller chapters, because they can be written and released faster.
Thanks for the chapter.
BlackBaron
Inspector General
- Location
- Michigan, USA
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Yeah I can definitely see Taylor being Caboose's Team Mom in this even at 15 and frustrated with the situation, she still acts motherly to him.
I can easily see that if they get back to earth bet the Taylor uses Caboose to deal with the more problematic villains like Lung.
alexfal21q
Do I have better things to do? Nope.
Will O'Malley break into Taylor's mind? Wonder who's going to be the one suffering the most from that experience.
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
Taylor. No matter what shit she's got going on, she's still not Caboose.
As for chapters, well, RvB was usually 5 minutes an episode. Short worked for them, short should work here.
Voting shorter. You are managing to get a lot across to those who are already familiar with RVB, unsure how people who aren't are feeling, but it's neat snippets with their personalities and also plot progress without getting bogged down in the minutia. Also constant updates like this keep it more fresh in the mind whereas waiting a long time for each one sometimes makes me need to reread and after so many times I fall off eventually.
- Location
- Within the Light of Hope
will we ever see taylor's reaction to Doc's description of what is the difference between a medic and a doctor?
Red vs Blue is skit based plot progression padded out with dialogue.
In general, go for shorter chapters, and post it when you run into a gag that fights you, let every bit that your muse fights you on be left up as an offscreen noodle incident.
Your goal is to create a plate of narrative spaghetti noodles from which you can summon a flying spaghetti monster of sudden character progression or regression.
RoyallyLilac
Young Gamera
- Location
- USA
She has no armor and no implant for him to take control of, so he'll have to content himself with just the Reds and Blues for now.
- Location
- Louisville, KY
Except she does have armor. No implant, but she is wearing Armor.
- Pronouns
- Robot
Honestly, I'd completely forgotten she was wearing armor.
Shouldn't matter though if she doesn't have an implant.
#6 - Duck and Cover (AKA Taylor Realizes She's Arthur Dent)
SkyRig
Wake the f#ck up, samurai.
- Location
- Someplace in California
- Pronouns
- He
#6: Duck and Cover
(AKA Taylor Realizes She's Arthur Dent)
"Holy sh—"(AKA Taylor Realizes She's Arthur Dent)
I ducked under the rock, barely dodging a bullet that would've scuffed my helmet if not break it. DuFresne sat behind me, occasionally poking his head out to see what was going on. A ways away from us was Caboose, who was somehow not being shot at while his head poked out from atop the rock he hid behind.
"Tucker!" Church yelled. "Back up Caboose and provide covering fire!"
"What?!" Tucker cried. "Oh hell no! Do you see what's happening?! I'm not getting shot today, thank you!"
DuFresne snapped his head back, barely avoiding a bullet that whizzed past and struck the base behind us. "You know," he muttered despondently. "This isn't what I had in mind when I came here."
"Join the club," I said acidly.
This was exactly why I wanted to get out of this place. Even with highly advanced armor that'd make a tinker salivate, I did not want to test how well it held up to futuristic guns of equal measure. Worse, it looked like all of Red Team was here. Sarge, Simmons, and Griff were present with a fourth member wearing pink. Grif and Simmons fired continuously with auto-rifles whereas Sarge just fired blankly with his shotgun, even though his range was nowhere close enough to be effective. The pink soldier, meanwhile, hung back and fired with a sniper rifle.
"God dammit, how'd they even sneak up on us?" Church demanded angrily. "Doc, get over to Caboose and help him out!"
"I told you, I'm a medical officer. I'm not a doctor, much less a fighter!" DuFresne told him. "Also, my name isn't Doc."
"What the hell's the difference between a medical officer and a doctor?" Tucker yelled. "They're the same thing!"
"Doctors treat wounds and save people's lives. A medical officer just makes you comfortable while you die."
I swear, I heard the gunfire go silent for just a few seconds. I stared at DuFresne with a twitching eyebrow.
"So, basically," I began slowly. "You're useless."
"Note to self," Tucker groaned. "Don't get shot until Taylor gets her medical license."
"What-ever! Just go over there and make sure Caboose holds that position!" Church ordered.
"Again, I. Am. A. Pacifist," the medic reiterated exasperatedly. "Also, I'm not supposed to get involved unless someone gets hurt!"
"…huh. I see." Church slowly looked over to Caboose and raised his gun.
"Pull that trigger, Leonard, and you'll be the one the good doctor here will have to comfort," I warned, finger hovering over the trigger of my handgun. Next to me, I heard Tucker muttering something under his breathe.
"That's right! Suck it, blue!"
Grif repeated after Simmons, less because he was thrilled to be doing something and more because he couldn't think of anything cool to really say. He'd much rather be in his bunk eating some bacon-flavored chips that came with this week's supply drop, but Sarge was adamant and made the usual threat.
They caught the Blues on an off-day, it seemed. They were all huddled up in front, talking to a purple-armored soldier when they began the attack. He did notice they had an extra member, but that was more than likely Lopez with his armor repainted. Sarge mentioned it was possible the Blues reprogrammed him, hence the urgency of their rescue mission.
Having said that, the armor type was a little on the feminine side, and last he checked, the only female in the canyon was…
"Damn, I'm out!" Simmons cursed and looked at Grif. "Pass me a mag."
"Uh, what now?"
"Magazine. You brought some, right?"
"Why would I bring a magazine with me to a fight?" Grif asked in genuine confusion. "Also, what magazines would I bring? Shouldn't you be asking Donut that?"
"I mean gun magazines, you idiot! Ammo!"
Grif blinked. "…oh, that's what you mean. Sorry, got nothing. I've got one bullet left."
"What!" Simmons yelled in disbelief. "How?! You're supposed to bring all the extra ammunition!"
"Since when?"
"Since the last staff meeting!"
"We actually talk in those stupid meetings? I just thought it was another way to say naptime."
"Oh, for the love of…"
"Hey, guys?" Donut yelled from behind his cover. "I'm outta bullets here! Anybody got some extra rounds? Specifically some red, hot ones?"
Remind me, why did I sign up for this shit? Grif sighed. Sarge chose at that time to show up, demanding extra ammunition. The orange-armored man wondered if now was as good a time as any to use that last bullet. Sarge was a pain in the ass as it was, and he really didn't him ranting about a lack of slug shells for his favored weapon.
"Hey, did they stop firing?"
I dared to peek over the cover we hid behind. None of the Reds were shooting at us. In fact, I saw Sarge grilling into Grif about something. I couldn't exactly hear what they were saying, but if Grif's body language was any indication, it was not anything good. At least for him, anyway.
"Maybe they finally ran out of ammo?" I offered.
Church grunted. "In that case, let's get some payback. Tucker?"
"Oh, hell yeah!"
"W-wait."
The word tumbled from my mouth before I realized it. As…chaotic as our first meeting was, I remembered how Simmons and Grif acted when they met me. Although I still knew nothing about them and worried they were every bit the dangerous soldiers I thought they were, I didn't want to see them dead. I wanted to believe they were good people. At least, better than…them.
Church paused, briefly glancing in my direction when Sarge bellowed out. "Attention, Blue Team! We are giving you a chance to surrender!"
"Surrender?" Tucker said. "Seriously?"
Blue Team's resident asshole scoffed. "Yeah, right. They're bluffing. They are so out of ammo."
"So? Let's take 'em out!"
Church looked at me again. I couldn't find it in me to raise my voice like last time. Words I wanted to say were lodged in my throat, refusing to budge. I felt him staring at me, gaze reminiscent of the teachers back in Winslow. Judging. It made my skin crawl.
"…hold that thought," Church said and stowed away his gun, walking out of cover to our surprise. He raised his voice, calling back to the Reds. "What are your terms?!"
Wait, what?!
"What?!" Tucker hissed next to me. "Church, what are you doing?!"
"Play along, cockbite!" Church snapped.
I stared in disbelief. Church was all set to start shooting back in retaliation. If they were out of ammo, and chances are they were with how trigger-happy they were seconds ago, they were sitting ducks. Why was Church going along with their bluff? He was a lot of things, a raging jackass most of all, but he never gave the impression of being stupid.
"First of all," Sarge started after some deliberation with his soldiers. "We want your flag to stay where it is. Keep it!"
"The flag?" I asked in confusion, looking Tucker for an answer.
He shrugged. "They stole it a while back, but Tex managed to snag it back for us." He paused and looked up at the sky thoughtfully. "You know, come to think of it…isn't this whole war just us playing a fucked up game of capture the flag? Y'know, with armor and guns and explosions and all that shit?"
"It could be worse," DuFresne offered. "You guys could be playing Grifball."
"We do, however, want our android back!"
"Ah, crap," Tucker said suddenly.
Android? Did Blue Team steal an android from them? When? And where was it? Why hadn't I seen it wandering around the base?
"Preferably in one piece, with all the limbs and nuts and bolts attached, if you wouldn't mind!"
"Like hell I'm giving up my body!" Church growled. "Do they have any idea what kind of trouble I went through to get it?!"
"I'm sorry, but what the hell is going on?"
Tucker chuckled. "Funny story 'bout that…"
"Yeah…" What the—when did Caboose get here? I didn't hear him coming at all! "See, Church got killed by Sheila a while back when she was having an, um, episode…"
"More like by the idiot driving it," Tucker chimed in, giving a pointed glare at Caboose.
The blue-soldier continued without missing a beat. "Oh, yeah, and Church came back as this really, really mean ghost and took over a Mexican robot's body. And, oh, right, then we had to, um, spray paint his body to make him blue again. So now he is alive again, and he is a biotic man." A pause. "Who is blue."
I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. My brain finally registered, decoded, and understood the meaning of Caboose's words. When it did, I could only sigh deeply, resisting the urge to face-palm as I was wearing a helmet. "…Caboose. I love you dearly. As a friend, I mean. Just a friend."
"Okay."
"And I'm very patient with you because you can be a bit…slow…"
Tucker coughed to the side. "Understatement of the fuckin' century."
He wisely shut up when I glared at him. "But, here's the thing. Ghosts don't exist."
"Really? But Church came back as a ghost. He was white and angry."
"You do realize you just described everybody in Cops, right?"
"Tucker!" I snarled.
"He's not here anymore!" Church yelled at Sarge, pointedly ignoring our conversation. "He just left one morning! Sorry! Better luck next time!" He paused, glanced back at our group, then looked back to the front. "How about a hostage, instead? You guys need a medic? We got one right here!"
I balked. "Church, what the fuck!"
"It's fine," DuFresne interjected, holding his hands up in a placating manner to stall my anger. "I'm supposed to go over there anyway. I'm on loan to both armies. Besides…" He gave Church and Tucker a weird glance. "No offense, but I don't think I'm going to be much use over here."
"Alright, we got a deal!" Sarge said.
"So, what do we get?!" Church demanded impatiently.
Simmons wheezed incredulously. "You're surrendering! You don't get anything except humiliating defeat and ridicule!"
"We've got plenty of that!" Tucker hollered. "What else do you have?!"
"…what do you want?" Sarge asked warily.
I choked.
"How about if you admit the Red Team sucks?!" Church asked smugly, folding his arms.
They cannot be serious, I thought. There's no way they are this stupid.
Red Team went quiet and huddled together in deliberation for a few minutes before breaking up. Sarge called out. "What if we admit one of us sucks?"
I stared incredulously at Red Team. Then I stared incredulously at Blue Team. My brain struggled to reconcile what was happening before my eyes, at the absurdity and madness happening in front of me. It was not until Grif was forced to step in front of his fellows and give a humiliating speech in line with Blue Team's demands that, yes, this was indeed happening.
Screw George Lucas, I was living in a madhouse concocted by Douglas fucking Adams. Worse, I'm all but certain I was Arthur Dent in this case.
I fell onto my rear and held my head in my hands, groaning miserably while questioning my luck. Moments ago I was fearing for my life, and now I was bearing witness to a monumental act of idiocy even Greg Veder wouldn't stoop to. Actually, on second thought, this was exactly the sort of idiocy he'd go for.
"What even is my life right now?" I asked myself.
Once Grif finished his humiliation, DuFresne was sent over to Red Team. It wouldn't be long before we saw him again, however, as barely even a few hours after the medic left Blue Base, another incident occurred and I was once again treated to the insanity of this place.
…I really want to go home, now. Nothing in this place makes any sense anymore.
SkyRig
Wake the f#ck up, samurai.
- Location
- Someplace in California
- Pronouns
- He
Fresh reminder that I have a book out on amazon. If you guys are interested in supporting me financially, please consider buying Chase Ryder and the City of Lost Memories. I recommend the kindle version as its the cheapest.
Speaking of, I'll be getting back to work on the sequel once the new year rolls around, so I'll be offline around then. I'm also planning on releasing a fantasy trilogy series, but I'm actually looking into a publisher for that one. ...which is harder than I thought. I thought I found the perfect one that's here in my home town, but it turns out they don't do fantasy novels, so back to the drawing board on that one. -_-
Anyways, onto other matters, which Worm crossover should I focus on after I've made some decent progress with A Worm in the Gulch? Devil Trigger is off the table...buuuuuuut I am working on a PHO chapter to tide you guys over.
Speaking of, I'll be getting back to work on the sequel once the new year rolls around, so I'll be offline around then. I'm also planning on releasing a fantasy trilogy series, but I'm actually looking into a publisher for that one. ...which is harder than I thought. I thought I found the perfect one that's here in my home town, but it turns out they don't do fantasy novels, so back to the drawing board on that one. -_-
Anyways, onto other matters, which Worm crossover should I focus on after I've made some decent progress with A Worm in the Gulch? Devil Trigger is off the table...buuuuuuut I am working on a PHO chapter to tide you guys over.
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
Eh, Omega is exposed nerves and some logic built around a rage response. I wouldn't be surprised if the Shard just let it happen.