It's usually because of someone else. I've never CONpleted a co-write either, but that's because of someone else. I don't think a co-write has ever worked with three people.
There was an old on on the MBs that had like 6 writers (DarkClaw, Sweets, Brickman and a couple others) that went pretty far. It died too, though.
This time, we must make sure we have a successful co-write. No more than two people should write.
What problem? CONgrats, I've never had i anything.
Yeasssssss…….. @,@
The problem of having music added into what I'm listening to that I don't want to hear. Lol, I had a job for a while. So I was like meh, I'll get one. Maybe one day you will. :^D
It might take me a while, they're hard to trap.
Oh, how did an ipod fix that? Nah, I'm an Android guy.
-last edited on Apr 25, 2018 18:01:06 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Apr 25, 2018 18:00:47 GMT
Chapter 4: Losing Sleep
I didn’t go to bed at a good time. I didn’t go to bed at a bad time either. In fact, I pretty much didn’t go to bed at all. Which meant that class the next day was a blurry haze. My teacher sent me home. He said I needed to sleep more. I agreed. I would’ve admitted to stealing the statue of liberty at that point, just to get people to stop shaking my shoulder. I didn’t steal it, though. The real criminal was still on the fritz. Rumor has it he was storing the thing in an undersea vault, alongside the Eiffel tower. The rumor was very popular; somebody had already copyrighted it for t-shirt and movie purposes.
I slept most of the rest of the day, thankfully I didn’t have a work shift to miss. I woke up refreshed, and ready to do the exact same thing over again that night.
Yes, I’m an idiot. No, I don’t learn from past experience. That might be why my experience points were still so depressingly low.
I set about on my journey from rookie to pro. And it only took me a full sum of six minutes to discover the real route to fortune and fame.
“Yeah, all the bigs have something in common. They all use immersion rigs.” Mateo said, in answer to a question I had asked.
“Immersion rigs?”
“Yeah, million-dollar equipment that drops them into the game itself. They feel everything, and control their minifigure with their own movements.”
“And…that’s the only way to get good?”
“Basically. The guy with the newest rig is always the hottest riser.”
“And…we probs don’t have those down here.”
“Haven’t you heard, there’s one for public use down on fifth? You just gotta pay a quarter.”
“Whoah.” I blinked. “Donation?”
“Yep, rich guy in New York. Newest operating system, rubber pads, everything.”
“Gosh, why haven’t I heard of this?” I rubbed my palms together, sweaty at the thought of playing on one of these things.
I didn’t go to bed at a good time. I didn’t go to bed at a bad time either. In fact, I pretty much didn’t go to bed at all. Which meant that class the next day was a blurry haze. My teacher sent me home. He said I needed to sleep more. I agreed. I would’ve admitted to stealing the statue of liberty at that point, just to get people to stop shaking my shoulder. I didn’t steal it, though. The real criminal was still on the fritz. Rumor has it he was storing the thing in an undersea vault, alongside the Eiffel tower. The rumor was very popular; somebody had already copyrighted it for t-shirt and movie purposes.
I slept most of the rest of the day, thankfully I didn’t have a work shift to miss. I woke up refreshed, and ready to do the exact same thing over again that night.
Yes, I’m an idiot. No, I don’t learn from past experience. That might be why my experience points were still so depressingly low.
I set about on my journey from rookie to pro. And it only took me a full sum of six minutes to discover the real route to fortune and fame.
“Yeah, all the bigs have something in common. They all use immersion rigs.” Mateo said, in answer to a question I had asked.
“Immersion rigs?”
“Yeah, million-dollar equipment that drops them into the game itself. They feel everything, and control their minifigure with their own movements.”
“And…that’s the only way to get good?”
“Basically. The guy with the newest rig is always the hottest riser.”
“And…we probs don’t have those down here.”
“Haven’t you heard, there’s one for public use down on fifth? You just gotta pay a quarter.”
“Whoah.” I blinked. “Donation?”
“Yep, rich guy in New York. Newest operating system, rubber pads, everything.”
“Gosh, why haven’t I heard of this?” I rubbed my palms together, sweaty at the thought of playing on one of these things.
The problem of having music added into what I'm listening to that I don't want to hear. Lol, I had a job for a while. So I was like meh, I'll get one. Maybe one day you will. :^D
It might take me a while, they're hard to trap.
Oh, how did an ipod fix that? Nah, I'm an Android guy.
Oh, maybe a lure filled with tasty snacks!
I down load only the music I want and control everything! MWAHAHAHA. Ah, so is my best IRL friend. :3
I didn’t go to bed at a good time. I didn’t go to bed at a bad time either. In fact, I pretty much didn’t go to bed at all. Which meant that class the next day was a blurry haze. My teacher sent me home. He said I needed to sleep more. I agreed. I would’ve admitted to stealing the statue of liberty at that point, just to get people to stop shaking my shoulder. I didn’t steal it, though. The real criminal was still on the fritz. Rumor has it he was storing the thing in an undersea vault, alongside the Eiffel tower. The rumor was very popular; somebody had already copyrighted it for t-shirt and movie purposes.
I slept most of the rest of the day, thankfully I didn’t have a work shift to miss. I woke up refreshed, and ready to do the exact same thing over again that night.
Yes, I’m an idiot. No, I don’t learn from past experience. That might be why my experience points were still so depressingly low.
I set about on my journey from rookie to pro. And it only took me a full sum of six minutes to discover the real route to fortune and fame.
“Yeah, all the bigs have something in common. They all use immersion rigs.” Mateo said, in answer to a question I had asked.
“Immersion rigs?”
“Yeah, million-dollar equipment that drops them into the game itself. They feel everything, and control their minifigure with their own movements.”
“And…that’s the only way to get good?”
“Basically. The guy with the newest rig is always the hottest riser.”
“And…we probs don’t have those down here.”
“Haven’t you heard, there’s one for public use down on fifth? You just gotta pay a quarter.”
“Whoah.” I blinked. “Donation?”
“Yep, rich guy in New York. Newest operating system, rubber pads, everything.”
“Gosh, why haven’t I heard of this?” I rubbed my palms together, sweaty at the thought of playing on one of these things.
“I made it up, nitwit.”
My mood dipped severely.
Oh no! His dreams! They've been crushed! D:
Haha, fantabulous new chapter! ^-^
And I had so much fun squashing 'em. One of my favorite parts so far.
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No more than two people should write. 
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