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jackDay three. Some evidence of plot starts to appear.
Hmm. I'm not so sure. I probably won't bother reading the rest.Woo! This is great. Please send it to me now (I've put my name or email in the box) and I might even send back some suggestions or corrections. Alternatively, my computer is playing up and I'd like it offline in RTF format.
Noo! This is an abomination against my favorite author. The characters didn't ring true and you got all the details wrong. You suck.
I don't care how good it is, I love it anyway, I'm your mother:)
Just call the house Alexandria Tickybox already and stop with the polling!
Lord Hong slammed into a floor so totally black it dwarfed the merely starless sky above him. This was the true ancient black, and seemed to suck the heat from his bones. A strangely indeterminate distance away a small oak table held a chessboard between two chairs. Nearby the floor appeared lit, and verging on very dark grey. He struggled to his feet and walked towards the table. In the distance, a few shapeless forms moved through the dark floor, sending ripples of more and less black along it.I like it, keep it coming!
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Hmm. I'm not so sure. I probably won't bother reading the rest.Woo! This is great. Please send it to me now (I've put my name or email in the box) and I might even send back some suggestions or corrections. Alternatively, my computer is playing up and I'd like it offline in RTF format.
Noo! This is an abomination against my favorite author. The characters didn't ring true and you got all the details wrong. You suck.
I don't care how good it is, I love it anyway, I'm your mother:)
Just call the house Alexandria Tickybox already and stop with the polling!