Level 4: sub-level 3 Prisoner: Nexo81 7:30 a.m. "Punch it Chewie!", Thought Nexo81. He was anxious because he was bored with his life in the Institution. The only point of his day he was contented, even passive in his emotions, was when the movie was playing. Nexo81 loved the movie. It played every day, and Nexo81 never missed it. EVER! He was always sitting exactly 7 ft'(2.1336043 m.) in front of the panel that opened when the movie began. He had never truly heard it's title but he had a few guesses. The drama, the action, and the comedy, they drew him in like a tractor beam magnet. His favorite hero wasn't the blonde kid, but the roguish smuggler. He was sure that if he had ever been offered the chance he would have blasted off to the stars with them in a heartbeat. No one had ever explained to Nexo that the movie wasn't real. No one cared enough to, but Nexo could quote the movie start to finish in near perfect timing. The food was very good in Nexo's opinion. He had christened it T.O.F.O (This is the Only Food Option), and loved every mouthful in spite of the fact he had to eat it with his hands. He bit into the T.O.F.O of the morning, and nearly broke his teeth on a metal disk a little smaller than the size of his palm. Nexo had to wonder why it seemed familiar...
Sorry to my one reader. I had no inspiration today.
Level 4: sub-level 3 Prisoner: Nexo81 7:30 a.m. "Punch it Chewie!", Thought Nexo81. He was anxious because he was bored with his life in the Institution. The only point of his day he was contented, even passive in his emotions, was when the movie was playing. Nexo81 loved the movie. It played every day, and Nexo81 never missed it. EVER! He was always sitting exactly 7 ft'(2.1336043 m.) in front of the panel that opened when the movie began. He had never truly heard it's title but he had a few guesses. The drama, the action, and the comedy, they drew him in like a tractor beam magnet. His favorite hero wasn't the blonde kid, but the roguish smuggler. He was sure that if he had ever been offered the chance he would have blasted off to the stars with them in a heartbeat. No one had ever explained to Nexo that the movie wasn't real. No one cared enough to, but Nexo could quote the movie start to finish in near perfect timing. The food was very good in Nexo's opinion. He had christened it T.O.F.O (This is the Only Food Option), and loved every mouthful in spite of the fact he had to eat it with his hands. He bit into the T.O.F.O of the morning, and nearly broke his teeth on a metal disk a little smaller than the size of his palm. Nexo had to wonder why it seemed familiar...
Sorry to my one reader. I had no inspiration today.
Level 4: sub-level 3 Prisoner: Nexo81 7:30 a.m. "Punch it Chewie!", Thought Nexo81. He was anxious because he was bored with his life in the Institution. The only point of his day he was contented, even passive in his emotions, was when the movie was playing. Nexo81 loved the movie. It played every day, and Nexo81 never missed it. EVER! He was always sitting exactly 7 ft'(2.1336043 m.) in front of the panel that opened when the movie began. He had never truly heard it's title but he had a few guesses. The drama, the action, and the comedy, they drew him in like a tractor beam magnet. His favorite hero wasn't the blonde kid, but the roguish smuggler. He was sure that if he had ever been offered the chance he would have blasted off to the stars with them in a heartbeat. No one had ever explained to Nexo that the movie wasn't real. No one cared enough to, but Nexo could quote the movie start to finish in near perfect timing. The food was very good in Nexo's opinion. He had christened it T.O.F.O (This is the Only Food Option), and loved every mouthful in spite of the fact he had to eat it with his hands. He bit into the T.O.F.O of the morning, and nearly broke his teeth on a metal disk a little smaller than the size of his palm. Nexo had to wonder why it seemed familiar...
Sorry to my one reader. I had no inspiration today.
Level 4: sub-level 3 Prisoner: Nexo81 7:30 a.m. "Punch it Chewie!", Thought Nexo81. He was anxious because he was bored with his life in the Institution. The only point of his day he was contented, even passive in his emotions, was when the movie was playing. Nexo81 loved the movie. It played every day, and Nexo81 never missed it. EVER! He was always sitting exactly 7 ft'(2.1336043 m.) in front of the panel that opened when the movie began. He had never truly heard it's title but he had a few guesses. The drama, the action, and the comedy, they drew him in like a tractor beam magnet. His favorite hero wasn't the blonde kid, but the roguish smuggler. He was sure that if he had ever been offered the chance he would have blasted off to the stars with them in a heartbeat. No one had ever explained to Nexo that the movie wasn't real. No one cared enough to, but Nexo could quote the movie start to finish in near perfect timing. The food was very good in Nexo's opinion. He had christened it T.O.F.O (This is the Only Food Option), and loved every mouthful in spite of the fact he had to eat it with his hands. He bit into the T.O.F.O of the morning, and nearly broke his teeth on a metal disk a little smaller than the size of his palm. Nexo had to wonder why it seemed familiar...
Sorry to my one reader. I had no inspiration today.
Sorry everybody, I am realizing I should probably ask for permission before catapulting people into my story. Like a noob
I've used like twenty people so far in mine illegally, some of them twice now. It's not only a newb thing. The best thing to do is post a disclaimer that is incredibly good at covering all the bases.
Sorry everybody, I am realizing I should probably ask for permission before catapulting people into my story. Like a noob
I've used like twenty people so far in mine illegally, some of them twice now. It's not only a newb thing. The best thing to do is post a disclaimer that is incredibly good at covering all the bases.
I was about to say...wait, we need to ask people first? I just generally give them all good roles, except poor Boomer and RuleJJ, whom seem fine with it.
Sorry everybody, I am realizing I should probably ask for permission before catapulting people into my story. Like a noob
I've used like twenty people so far in mine illegally, some of them twice now. It's not only a newb thing. The best thing to do is post a disclaimer that is incredibly good at covering all the bases.
The best thing is actually to be like me and never write a story!
Level 4: Sub-level 3 Prisoner: Nexo81 7:40 a.m. Nexo81 was sitting on the edge of his bunk that was bolted to the wall. He had finished eating 6-ish minutes ago. He heard the approaching foot steps of the guard on beat for his floor, turning the disk over and over in his right hand. Nexo81 looked up and saw the security/clearance card hanging off the belt of the guard strolling past. He blinked. The guard was leaning against the bars of his cell. The metal disk gone. He was really CONfused, but catching another glance of the key card on the guards belt he decided to take advantage of the situation. He grabbed the card, swiped it through the reader, and bolted into the corridor. Warning lights lit up and the hallway was given a queer reddish tint. Nexo81 then realized the red lights would alert someone that his cell had been opened. He suspected that his departure was unscheduled, and would be frowned upon by the staff. He raced away up the hall. Nexo made it through three halls, before he was tripped and fell head long to the floor. He was pulled into an adjacent room, and pushed against the wall. He saw a head of brown hair with blue eyes and a mustache. "My designation is Cogger Paff, you are Nexo81. You must go down to Level 6, the Secure basement, and shut down the generator. It is your best, perhaps only, course." He pressed a P22 into his right hand, then a City Council priority access badge. "This badge should get you there. You will know how to deal with the generator once you arrive." Cogger stepped back and Nexo81 automatically leveled his P22 to Mr. Paff's eyes. Mr. paff locked eyes with Nexo. "That wouldn't do you much good." Nexo, to his surprise, said,"Habit." He wondered "Habit or instinct?" "Good luck" was all that was said before Cogger was out of the room and gone.
I've used like twenty people so far in mine illegally, some of them twice now. It's not only a newb thing. The best thing to do is post a disclaimer that is incredibly good at covering all the bases.
I was about to say...wait, we need to ask people first? I just generally give them all good roles, except poor Boomer and RuleJJ, whom seem fine with it.
It is just polite. The old mb days were way more polite. Lol.
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I just generally give them all good roles, except poor Boomer and RuleJJ, whom seem fine with it.