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There can't be any worse horror than being attacked by an unbeatable assailant from whom you can't escape. In my early childhood, my nightmares often involved such a no-win situation. For instance, I once dreamed I was a dirt farmer in the Old West, being attacked by vindictive cattlemen. I...

The very fact that you use numerous characters does you credit. Lots of novelists imagine they're streamlining the plotline by describing only six or seven characters, but no real-world situations are confined within such a narrow handful of people. Overall, you're doing very well. Where...

I'm in the process of recording a mixtape of songs I composed. This is intended to become content for the Greta Gerwig-related YouTube channel. To accompany the music-- and this is where the A/I issue comes up --I drew pictures. MY drawings, not what a robot wants channel viewers to see. My...

Correct. Rob Rice owns a van which he calls Winston; during Renaissance Festival season, he camps on site in it. I think it's designed to enable one-handed operation. The work of TYPING is more difficult.

If Mister Hedgely were to suffer a trauma wound, specifically from a vein, he would bleed RUDDY-gore. Meanwhile, you've pulled off an authorial juggling act. :-) Like Pholus the Centaur /// Kentaur, you insert fantasy beings into authentic history. Then, in a sixty-degree traverse, you...

Thanks for asking; he's ambulatory. Beyond my suggesting the overall premise and the main characters' names, this was always meant to be a Pholus thread. His two other occupations, being Professor Loquacious in Larkspurshire and remotely conducting history courses for the American Military...

Morpheus was right: robots ARE evil!!!!!! Mere minutes ago, I was messaging Specter, expressing pleasure over being restored to direct connection with Dancing Lawn, and informing him that I meant to relay a sample of pro-life literature to him via Evening Star. Although I obviously AM still on...

Up and down and up and down and up and left and right and back up and lean left and close your eyes and whirl anti-clockwise and pat your tummy and cartwheel to the right and pause for breath. WHILE still gasping and panting, let me reiterate the scientific fact that everything changes and the...

Thanks be to the Emperor-Over-Sea for the fact that I have comms with Evening Star _outside_ The Dancing Lawn. When I wondered why I was running into still _more_ "Forbidden" responses, he advised me that I wasn't unique. Thus, having been _both_ gone and away, I have returned. *** Historical...

To bring this topic up to date, Wood Nymph plays Mario games.

They are zeroes. The reason why I put _any_ alphanumerics in a post waiting to be used is in order to have a type font selected in advance. I _hate_ using the default sans- serif, because it is _blah!_ Using diverse fonts enables me to differentiate stories, chapters and "major sections."...

Way far back in my Never-Stopping Story, when I imagined the Red Streak Wormhole connecting us to the Andromeda Galaxy, I had its far end emerge near a planet whose natives WERE flat-earthers. In a slight variation, the Andromedans believed their world was a shallow bowl, outer edge sloping up...

(( We change scene to a recon party above the equator: all-new characters, answering to the Secretary of War. They'll meet locals who only vaguely know about Tetrapolis OR about starships. )) ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ From his position on point, Lance Corporal Rick Waterston gave the hand...

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