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robotnik2004) wrote2005-04-13 01:35 pm
robotnik2004) wrote2005-04-13 01:35 pm
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00. Underture
Advice given to me by an older member of the Academy on how to avoid committees and similar service work in academia: “It can be extremely useful to be seen as unsound.”
Born inside a supernova (He's Viv Vortex)
He gets in 18 and over (He's Viv Vortex)
Psychedelic V-Space! The Varmus’ immense rocktopoid ship, the Kräken, has Viv Vortex’s Flying V spaceship in its tentacles. The Kräken plays the smaller ship like a guitar, gradually tearing the Flying V apart. Viv fires the Groove Thrusters and tries to steer his ship into a Purple Hole. One of his crewmates, a gorgeous blonde (does she maybe look like somebody we know?), asks: “Viv, how will I find you on the other side?” He points to the clouds of the Head Nebula: they form a yin-yang swirl, a cosmic 69. “Remember the sign, baby.” And then he’s gone, a power chord shift across dimensions, his essence converted into pure rock. The Varmus’ voice rumbles like magma. “FOLLOW HIM. THERE IS NOWHERE HE CAN GO I WILL NOT FOLLOW.” The rocktopoids report: “We’ve lost his signal, but not the girl’s.” The Varmus is pleased. “THE GIRL WILL LEAD ME TO HIM.” The Varmus powers up the Kräken’s planet-sized Anti-Woofers, tells his crew: “PREPARE TO BECOME UN-SOUND.”
(To be continued...)
Born inside a supernova (He's Viv Vortex)
He gets in 18 and over (He's Viv Vortex)
Psychedelic V-Space! The Varmus’ immense rocktopoid ship, the Kräken, has Viv Vortex’s Flying V spaceship in its tentacles. The Kräken plays the smaller ship like a guitar, gradually tearing the Flying V apart. Viv fires the Groove Thrusters and tries to steer his ship into a Purple Hole. One of his crewmates, a gorgeous blonde (does she maybe look like somebody we know?), asks: “Viv, how will I find you on the other side?” He points to the clouds of the Head Nebula: they form a yin-yang swirl, a cosmic 69. “Remember the sign, baby.” And then he’s gone, a power chord shift across dimensions, his essence converted into pure rock. The Varmus’ voice rumbles like magma. “FOLLOW HIM. THERE IS NOWHERE HE CAN GO I WILL NOT FOLLOW.” The rocktopoids report: “We’ve lost his signal, but not the girl’s.” The Varmus is pleased. “THE GIRL WILL LEAD ME TO HIM.” The Varmus powers up the Kräken’s planet-sized Anti-Woofers, tells his crew: “PREPARE TO BECOME UN-SOUND.”
(To be continued...)
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By the by, did I ever get around to mentioning that I'm using your old Starchildren writeups to run a one-shot game?