XD Exactly, next thing you know we'll be logging on and finding horrible mashups of our usernames and battles between ship groups. It's Nycole all over again. …….Or it could just quietly die out and stay among us four users. I am almost scared to see which way this will tip. XD
Oof, those were terrible. And I think you meant to say Jya. Jk jk jk jk jk... Let’s hope it ends that way. I’m worried my next chappie might tip the scales a bit. It focuses a lot on character developement.
Ik, that's really why I only silent read on Ninjago a little bit. XD Well Nycole was generally the aggressive one. but yes jaya was obviously right Eh, I really don't care what people ship as long as there's no hurt going around. Write away with no convictions.
Yikes. I hope it doesn’t hurt your guys’ reputations. It could also result in topic shutdowns. Basics and No Gravity could get closed because of it...
I doubt it. At least don't lose any sleep. It's not like it's true, at least that I know of. Besides, I have a feeling that Sweetcrazy will show up anyday now and the blitz will begin. It's should end up lighthearted and amusing. At least that's what I guess will happen.
*loses tons of sleep* Oof, let’s hope Sweetcrazy doesn’t see her character in my story... XD Let’s hope.
Oof, those were terrible. And I think you meant to say Jya. Jk jk jk jk jk... Let’s hope it ends that way. I’m worried my next chappie might tip the scales a bit. It focuses a lot on character developement.
Ik, that's really why I only silent read on Ninjago a little bit. XD Well Nycole was generally the aggressive one. but yes jaya was obviously right Eh, I really don't care what people ship as long as there's no hurt going around. Write away with no convictions.
It’s not still a thing is it? I thought they were all aggressive... (obviously) Yeah, same here. My main concern is Sweetcrazy. I don’t want her to take her character the wrong way... XD I’m not writing her character as a snob because I think she is one (and I don’t, for the record), but it was kinda just a random pick thing. Just the first user that came to mind. My characters don’t usually reflect my opinions of the users who play them.
The sun was now hovering above the horizon, filling the once shadowed air with light. It was in this comforting light that the survivors found their solace. For in the light there were no monsters, no things hidden or unseen, no demons unknown, no vile secrets kept. To Con, it felt like it had been ages since he had last seen the light of day. He sat on the thick tree branch upon which he had clambered to watch the forgotten sun rise. He looked down over their destroyed camp, now a sorry, desolate mound of dirt and logs. Where would they go from here? Was it all lost? He looked out over Essa, who still lied on the ground, unconscious in her brother’s arms. How much longer she would last, no one knew for sure. Con angrily wiped away a tear as it rolled down his cheek. It’s all that scrap heap’s fault… he thought bitterly. No. No, that wasn’t right. How could Nate have known? This planet was just as alien to that robot as it was to the rest of them. No. He couldn’t blame the robot. It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t have known. No one could. Con considered apologizing to N-81, but decided not to, assuming that the android wouldn’t understand anyway. He looked down over the camp once more. The sunset was over, it was time o descend and help rebuild. He spotted N-81 staring up at him.
“Ummm, Nate? How long have you been standing there?” he asked, a little weirded out.
“Approximately 8 standard Earth minutes. Why do you inquire?” came the droid’s robotically enthusiastic reply.
“It’s a little creepy.”
“I fail to understand. Please define.”
“Well,” Con began, running his hand through his short hair, “when something is creepy, it makes you uncomfortable…you know, like- “
“I understand the definition of ‘creepy’, passenger ‘Con’. I simply wished for an explanation of what was creepy about my presence,” N-81 said indignantly.
“Ah. Right. Of course you did,” Con stammered sheepishly, “well, you were staring, and that makes me uncomfortable. That’s what’s creepy.”
“I see. I will alter my behavior patterns then, as to ensure comfort for everyone.”
“Yeah,” Con said, now noticing that Essa and her brother were gone, “you do that.” He slid down the tree with the ease given to him by years of childhood days spent in a ramshackle treehouse. Those were the good days. Before the end of Earth. Before he was sent out on a doomed vessel to explore the MB galaxy for a suitable replacement. “Hey Nate? Where did Essa and- “
“Con…” Essa’s weak voice spoke behind him. He turned to see her standing there.
“Essa…” he choked out, and charged forward, grabbing her in a tight hug.
“Andrew!!” Stan called out for the 50th time now. “Andrew!!” Make that 51. “Come on Andrew, this isn’t funny! You know better than to run off!!”
“I told you it was a bad idea to bring him. I told both you AND Mum, but neither of you listened to me!” Tad, Stan’s younger brother, the middle of the trio, hissed with frustration.
“Oh so I guess it’s just a bad thing to want a better life for my youngest brother?!” Stan snapped turning on his brother, bristling with anger.
“That’s not fair!”
“Sure it is! This whole time you’ve done nothing but complain about him wandering off and how we shouldn’t have brought him. Well I’m sick of it!” Stan yelled, turning and walking away, deeper into the forest.
“Well at least I clearly care for our youngest brother! Seems like I’m the only one!” Stan froze upon hearing this.
“What did you just say?”
“I said at least I actually care! You’re worse than Father- “ Stan threw a left hook that caught his stunned brother across the face, throwing him to the ground.
“Don’t you dare even suggest that! I care for everyone in our family. So don’t even compare me to him! He abandoned us. He wouldn’t be out here searching for Andrew or Ultra Agent or Agent Ultra or whatever he wants to call himself! I brought Andrew along because I wanted a better life for him! Something better than a dead Earth or a cold space station off in a remote corer of the galaxy somewhere! I have been taking care of this family ever since Mum-“ his voice broke and his eyes welled up with tears. He furiously wiped them away and stormed off into the forest.
“Where the brick do you think you’re going?!” Tad called after him.
“To find our brother!” Stan yelled without even glancing back or changing his stride.
“Bricks,” Stan cursed, “here we go again.” He staggered to his feet, still a little dazed from Stan’s vicious blow, and set off after his brother. After all, despite their bickering, family stuck together.
Awesome, I feel special now. :3 
Awesome, I feel special now. :3 
