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Or, you know, just EAT the bones after the other insects clean up the rest.
My Random Fiction Bits and Pieces
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Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
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Rule 3 'Be Civil' - Don't insult someone for ignoring your suggestion.
I'd suggest that you put all the bugspeak // in paragraphs like this // for ease of reading // but you're just going to say something // stupid again and ignore me, // like you do every time.
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Right, forgot to make a joke here as well:
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In general when I have Omakes or something similar that are connected, I will do that. Most of the ones in this thread are, as the name suggests, mostly random ideas that may or may not become a story, so to date that hasn't really been an issue. The only set that has so far been connected enough to warrant this are the ones that turned into the BOLO story, where I did do exactly that. Then, when it grew enough to become a story of its own, I moved it into a separate thread.
This particular sequence looks like it might go the same way in the end but I'm not yet sure that will happen, and not entirely certain which parts would actually be included if it did. As and when I work that out, I'll link them appropriately here, and possibly start a new thread for yet another new story I don't have enough time to really do justice to
It's fairly "Oh, My God, it's full of bugs," yes
People in general have no idea how many insects are near them, on them, and in some cases in them, all the time. Most people probably wouldn't stop screaming if they did
I strongly suspect that Wildbow also had no concept of how broken even canon Taylor's power really is... The numbers of insects I see bandied around in Worm and in most fics are orders of magnitude too low.
They wouldn't be in this story
It's an idea. I might rework that aspect at some point, again if this goes any further. Bear in mind that these snippets are exactly that, only parts of a story and not a story themselves. Should it become a standalone thing, there are a number of changes I'd need to make and quite a lot of extra scenes that would need to be inserted here and there.
And I never ignore you. I just don't always see eye to eye with you, and I don't change things purely because one person insists I should to meet their personal requirements
You often have a good point, but equally some of your points are not ones I agree with. The above is a valid observation so it deserves consideration.I am considering it
Edit: New Smilies... Do Not Like...
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I send the swarm, I send the hordeIt's fairly "Oh, My God, it's full of bugs," yes
People in general have no idea how many insects are near them, on them, and in some cases in them, all the time. Most people probably wouldn't stop screaming if they did
I strongly suspect that Wildbow also had no concept of how broken even canon Taylor's power really is... The numbers of insects I see bandied around in Worm and in most fics are orders of magnitude too low.
They wouldn't be in this story
Thus saith the Lord
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Might want to include some text to prevent a mod from hitting with the 4chanish ban hammer.
Thinking about the dispersing body trick more it dose need some work to prevent forensic teams from finding traces. As soon as the insects start to work you will have fluids leak that leave traces in the spot that even cleaning up after will be detectable. Even with the best containment of a tub or shower they would glow when exposed to luminol and then it would be a check in the cracks and pipes for testable amounts that seep in.
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This is talking about TAYLOR's radius, probably doesn't factor in the Relay Bugs Amy created!
Also, getting Amy on board would not only help with Taylor's abilities without any actual alterations to her Powerset, but also help Short Circut other issues.
Plus, while the memories might have put points against being friendly with Amy, Danny would likely point out it was for good reason, and get Taylor to give Amy a chance.
Also, because he would point out that Amy needs someone who sees her for something OTHER than her healing powers. Amy making bugs for Taylor would be a good outlet!
(Somewhat like how Amy is in 'I, Security')
One idea I have is making a bug that can use pigments to create Text, so that 'Queen Taylor' can communicate easier... no more broken up sentences!
The BIG point that at least needs to be MENTIONED is the potential/actual alterations to the Paths, and any possible reaction from Contessa.
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You mean like the two lines of text you quoted?
Do you mean 'Security' or 'I, Panacea'?
Stop: Cool the Passive Aggression jets.
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cool the passive aggression jets.
We ask users to treat each other with respect in Rule 3: 'Be Civil', and implying someone is stupid for ignoring your suggestions is less than ideal in that regard. I will be levying a standard infraction for 25 infraction.
Going forward I hope you can continue to offer constructive suggestions and criticism, just without the insults.
Hello @Lycanthromancer!
We ask users to treat each other with respect in Rule 3: 'Be Civil', and implying someone is stupid for ignoring your suggestions is less than ideal in that regard. I will be levying a standard infraction for 25 infraction.
Going forward I hope you can continue to offer constructive suggestions and criticism, just without the insults.
we're not algorithms.
Hello there @Userid70. If you have a glance at SV's rules, you will find that while we ask users to respect each other's time and avoid spam, we don't prohibit posts that are just a media embed in and of themselves. We appreciate that brevity is the soul of wit.
Lycanthromancer
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Violation of Rule 5
It was more about the complete stupidity of his responses than ignoring me.
FaerieKnight79
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My experience? When a forum mod warns you, do not argue with them. Even if you think you're in the right, don't argue with them.
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Am I the only one who got "OP" instead of "Moderator" notification? I was very confused...
Where can i properly report this? WAS FIXED
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I PMed 100thlurker myself. I'm pretty sure they're aware of the issue, they said they'd gotten some reports elsewhere too.
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It's been reported more than once. Appears to be some bizarre bug in the new software.
FaerieKnight79
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Are we sure it's not a 'feature'?
It actually could be for people set to receive "OP Alerts".
The mod who makes those moderator posts is treated as the OP for the purpose of sending alerts, but they forgot to add a check to the software that generates the alerts and it uses the same text for both OP posts and mod posts.
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It's gone to saying that for me, too. Looks like that was a bug and they swatted it....which seems much more reasonable than stating that it was a post by the OP.
Stop: Rule 5 Exists
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rule 5 exists
Disagreeing with a mod action is not to take place in the thread where that action was given out, as per Rule 5: Don't Make It Harder For Us To Do Our Jobs - that's what Appeals and AAPQ are for. That you have essentially chosen to continue the behavior you were infracted for in this is also not kosher. As such you have received a second infraction and a week out of the thread to cool off.
Thank you for your time, and please have a pleasant day~
Disagreeing with a mod action is not to take place in the thread where that action was given out, as per Rule 5: Don't Make It Harder For Us To Do Our Jobs - that's what Appeals and AAPQ are for. That you have essentially chosen to continue the behavior you were infracted for in this is also not kosher. As such you have received a second infraction and a week out of the thread to cool off.
Thank you for your time, and please have a pleasant day~
Random Encounter
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A little scene that came to me at one point and I wrote down. I could see this getting very dark very fast...
Taylor shivered, clutching her legs to her chest as she tried to keep warm. 'Fucking bitches,' she thought half hysterically as she rocked back and forth, her soaked clothes and coat letting the biting New England winter wind through like they weren't there. Even hidden as she was in the little space behind two dumpsters in this alley, she was freezing and seriously wondering if she was going to die from it.
'Why do they keep doing this? What did I do to them?' she wondered, yet again. There didn't seem to be any rational reason she could see, and there never had been. Yet Emma, Sophia, and Madison appeared to have made it their goal in life to drive her to the brink and beyond. Ruining her schoolwork was the least of it. She was covered in bruises from all the shoving and sly little kicks they managed to land on her over and over again, causing her to be in constant pain. None of the staff seemed to care, even when she tried complaining. And when she did do that, the three girls and their hangers-on merely escalated their actions.
And she couldn't even bring herself to tell her father. He was just too disconnected from life even now, years after her mother was killed. She missed his interactions with her, and even knowing it wasn't really his fault, since she'd read about depression and all the symptoms and results, couldn't help feeling a little resentful. Even so, she knew he did love her and wished she could think of some way to get her old dad back. But she also knew that telling him what was going on wasn't really going to help, since those fucking girls would somehow worm their way out of it again like they always did.
A sound at the entrance of the alley made her freeze, listening intently and trying not to even breathe too loudly. Was it them?
An unfamiliar voice made her relax a little, since it wasn't that of either her tormentors, or the four boys they'd somehow convinced to pour a bucket of something foul on her then chase her for nearly half a mile. She'd taken refuge in here and had been hiding for nearly an hour, hearing those bastards looking around for her, all of them sounding like they were having fun as they shouted taunts to her. Somehow, luckily, they hadn't managed to locate her. She had a feeling that what they'd planned might be even more than Sophia had requested, although… thinking about it, she wouldn't put anything past that psycho.
Was she ever going to be free of the bitches? Or were they genuinely trying to kill her? The things they claimed were mere pranks were what most people would consider assault at best, and they'd been getting steadily worse since she came back to school after Christmas. Managing to avoid that horrendous mess they'd somehow got into her locker had made them step it up even more, to the point that she was honesty afraid for her life.
Taylor was certain that if she'd been even a fraction slower to turn and bolt as soon as she saw what was leaking under the locker door, somehow she'd have ended up in it or something. Whatever the hell it had been. By the smell of it, someone had raided the waste of a meat packing plant or something like that. You could practically taste it from half-way down the corridor. Why no teacher had investigated she had no idea, but it just reinforced the idea that the staff not only didn't give a shit, but might even be actively helping.
Every time she thought that, she first wondered if she was being too paranoid, then inevitably began suspecting that she wasn't being paranoid enough.
There was no way in a just world that this sort of thing could go on for so long without someone in a position of responsibility intervening. So the only conclusions she could draw were that either the world was not just and was out to get her, or that there was something very wrong at Winslow High School. And it was out to get her.
As far as she could see, that part wasn't in doubt. She didn't know why but she could see the pattern easily enough, since she wasn't actually stupid. Despite what her former best friend and her pet psycho claimed.
And they just wouldn't stop. Every single day was torture. She was so twitchy from constantly being hyper-alert she was pretty sure she looked like a strung out druggie, which was indeed what some of the little shits claimed, and she was constantly exhausted to the point of wanting to just lie down and give up purely to have a rest. Unfortunately, it wasn't in her to simply give up. She kept going, somehow, even as she wondered what the point of it was.
Every day she hoped that perhaps this would be the day that they found someone else to torture, even as she felt ashamed at wishing this hell on another person.
And every day she was disappointed all over again. It kept going, steadily getting worse, as the staff looked on and did absolutely nothing. Her complaints were ignored, or literally shredded in front of her, the principal called her a troublemaker, and the teachers looked right through everything without even having the decency to appear apologetic.
More than once, Taylor had dreamed of what she could do with a can of gas and a match…
Then she talked herself down by picturing the disappointed expression on her mother's face. It worked.
Less and less every day, but it worked.
She still felt that sooner or later something was going to break, though. And she had no idea at all what would happen when and if that did happen.
In her darker moments, she was almost looking forward to it. At least then she'd know.
The voice, which had been almost unintelligible due to being at the far end of the alley, grew louder, making her tense again and distracting herself from her ruminations and shivering. It was joined by two more, all three of them male.
"Hey, man, don't blame me! I told you I only had a couple of baggies left."
"Don't give me that, Hiro. I know you always have at least a dozen. I want all of them."
"I sold the rest half an hour ago! Look, this is all there is. I can get more, but not until tomorrow."
"I need it now, fucker."
The first voice sounded offended and nervous, while the second one was aggressive and rapid. A third one cut in, "Micky, we can go somewhere else. Let's take those two and..."
"No, I want it now, Jim. I need it now."
Micky sounded almost desperate, while his friend seemed to be trying to defuse the situation. Taylor listened carefully to what was obviously some sort of drugs deal going on, thinking that she vaguely recognized at least one of the voices as someone from school. She kept as still and quiet as possibly, terrified anew at the possibility of some crazy addict or dealer finding her eavesdropping, even if it was an accident.
"I don't have any more, you idiot! I already told you that four times. Take this, I'll even give you a discount, OK?"
"And the rest." Micky's voice had changed oddly.
There was a metallic click, then silence for a few seconds.
"Micky..."
"Fuck me, are you crazy, man? Put the gun away. Honest, this is all I have!"
"You're lying. Give it to me."
"I can't give you shit I don't have!" Hiro almost yelled, although his voice also sounded like he was pleading.
A moment later Taylor jumped and clapped both hands over her mouth to stifle the involuntary scream she made as a very loud bang echoed through the alley.
'He shot him!' she thought hysterically.
"Fuck, Micky!"
Two more shots sounded.
"Enough! He's dead, you idiot. What the fuck did you do that for?" Jim sounded outraged and terrified.
"He disrespected me. And he's holding out," Micky said, his voice quavering and tense. There was the sound of cloth being torn several times, along with muffled thumps. "Fuck, where is it? Where is it?"
"He said there were only two left, Micky. Looks like he was telling the truth."
"Bastard!" Taylor heard a meaty thud, then another one.
"Kicking him isn't going to change things." Jim sounded resigned. "We need to get out of here. Cops will turn up sooner or later."
Micky swore incoherently for another ten seconds, then she heard footsteps rapidly coming her way. "Ditch the gun," Jim said. "Cops will trace the bullets, and that thing has killed more than some slant dealing rocks."
"It cost me two hundred bucks!" Micky protested.
"And you got ripped off. Ditch it anyway."
More swearing came, then there was a metallic clank from above her followed by a rattle and a thud. Taylor heard the two pairs of footsteps vanish down the alley away from the direction of the shooting, but paid them no real attention, since her eyes were fixed on the pistol that had landed a foot away from her in the muck behind the dumpsters.
After over three minutes of looking at it and thinking, she very carefully pulled an old plastic bag from the pile of garbage that had overflowed the dumpster on her right, put it over the gun, and picked it up. Inspecting it through the cloudy plastic she found a little lever marked 'Safe' and 'Fire' and cautiously moved it to the 'Safe' position, keeping the muzzle pointed away from her. She'd seen enough movies to have at least a basic understanding of firearms, after all.
Then she equally carefully put it into her filthy backpack, listened very carefully indeed for another few minutes, and wormed her way out from behind the dumpsters, checking that there was nothing left that could identify her. She even scuffed out all the footprints she'd left behind, making sure they were obliterated into random marks.
Casting a glance at the crumpled body thirty yards away, she shivered, before turning and going in the other direction, walking around any puddles and looking back every now and then to make sure she wasn't leaving footprints behind her.
When she finally got home, she went inside, hid the ruined backpack and its contents behind a pile of junk in the basement, had a shower, and did her best to act normally for her father when he came home shortly afterwards.
Taylor wasn't certain what she'd do next, but she had a few ideas.
FaerieKnight79
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Holy... Yeah, wow. A Taylor who managed to dodge the locker, that's good. She's been pushed to the point of either suicide or going ballistic on the trio though, that's bad.
Yep. Very dark very fast, in no more than two further chapters I think.
Ace Dreamer
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The obvious bit is to use the gun. IMNAAHO, a bit boring. But, the gun is a murder weapon, and, she knows who did the murder, and she has evidence (fingerprints). That's power in itself. How might that power be used?
