Drabbles88 and RPG Stuffs
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Doc: In NIFADOT headquarters! He's been captured after trying to break into their computer system to learn the identity of the Other--
-TD: It's Lucrezia Mongfish.-
Wrong Other -- and is currently talking to the head honcho. Good ideals, but he seems a little disturbed.
-VD2: . . . He's me, isn't he?-
Without the vampire bits and the sanity, I believe so. We'll keep you posted. (Hell, I might find out while updating!)
Marty: Currently in 2985. I had an idea last night to basically use a plot thread from Part III. We were going to write a letter to TORO and tell them all we've found out about WADOTAT and NIFADOT. The plan was to get the identity of NIFADOT's leader, but Marty decided to use his personal time travel device to go ahead and deliver his own letter while Doc checked out the bunker. I admit to being pissed and making Doc pissed too. *looks over at the boys*
-D: In character. I'd be annoyed too.-
-M: Yeah, I think you kept yourself well in check.-
Yeah -- he's currently trying to find out where John Luke and TORO are.
George and Lorraine: After watching themselves at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance and helping Doc into the bunker, they're probably off making out somewhere. These two are all about the horizontal mambo.
-M: I could have gone my WHOLE LIFE without having to hear that term applied to my parents.-
Well, it's true! With LPK and Kev at the wheels, it's murder and sex! All the time! They should star in a remake of "Natural Born Killers."
George55: Currently confronting Biff about his briefcase, Lorraine at his side. I think George might be getting into fisticuffs soon!
Jennifer: Suffering from a rare brain-eating fungus that makes her believe she can teleport into everyone else's storylines and try to fix them like she fixes her fan fiction.
-J: Aka, Jennifer McFly being annoying.-
Basically. I don't think she even reads the rest of the RPG. Just does what she wants. We're all very successfully ignoring her. Luckily, since she has the IQ of soup, she hasn't complained yet.
-AJ: Hey! That's insulting to soup!-
You're right. Soup is yummy. She is not.
Biff: For all intents and purposes, out of the game. bttf44 hasn't posted in a few days, and in this RPG, that's forever. Not much for her to do anyway.
-M: Wait, how do you know--
Trust me. She's a fangirl.
-M2: But how--
She's the one who writes all the stories where you start weeping.
-VuM: . . . She's a she.-
:)
And the RPG-related drabble -- it's set back a good number of pages, when Doc and Marty were getting a rest in the DeLorean before going off on further adventures. These poor guys rarely get a chance to sleep or eat.
59. Shattered
How on earth did it get this bad?
All I wanted to do was travel through time! See the future and relive the past. Perhaps find out more precisely why the dinosaurs died out, or see who wins the next 25 World Series. Perhaps even find out the answer to that universal question -- why?
Instead, I find myself on the run from three time traveling organizations. One wants me dead so they can rule the world. One wants me alive, but locked up in a bunker so I can’t stop them from ruling the world. And one wants me alive, but forced into performing a series of events that I know will lead to the creation of the other two! It’s insanity!
I look over at Marty. He’s currently sound asleep in the car, taking a well-needed break from all this craziness. A swell of guilt fills me. Why did I have to get him involved in all this? It’s me that everyone wants. I’m the one who invented the time machine. They didn’t need to go after Marty. God damn it. If only -- If only. . . .
If only I hadn’t invented the time machine.
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about traveling back in time to November 4th, 1955, and seeing if I can’t prevent myself from smashing my head on the sink. Life would be so much simpler then. No WADOTAT, no NIFADOT, no TORO. I could devote my life to a different project. Something infinitely safer. And Marty, George, and Lorraine would all be safely at home again, able to concentrate on more ordinary problems.
But I know I can’t do that. Causing either a paradox or turning myself into an echo -- a remnant of a defunct timeline -- won’t really do any good. We have to stop WADOTAT and NIFADOT. Not sure what will happen with TORO, but I think I’ll be damned if I’ll recreate the Omega timeline after all this.
I just want to go home. . . .
-OD: *wince* You've gone through a lot of shit in this RPG, haven't you?-
It's fun anyway, and it keeps me in plot bunnies.
-DW: Which I fully appreciate.-
So, back to a few more story edits, then some more work on the sprites. Slow day at work, so I doodled the Marty ones (including an Insanity one, just for thoroughness) and a few minicartoons. My favorite really has to be Doc's Common Sense ranting at his Insanity.
-OD: *tentacles buzz* I'm looking forward to seeing these in color.-
I'm working on it, I promise. I like these little guys!
Doc: In NIFADOT headquarters! He's been captured after trying to break into their computer system to learn the identity of the Other--
-TD: It's Lucrezia Mongfish.-
Wrong Other -- and is currently talking to the head honcho. Good ideals, but he seems a little disturbed.
-VD2: . . . He's me, isn't he?-
Without the vampire bits and the sanity, I believe so. We'll keep you posted. (Hell, I might find out while updating!)
Marty: Currently in 2985. I had an idea last night to basically use a plot thread from Part III. We were going to write a letter to TORO and tell them all we've found out about WADOTAT and NIFADOT. The plan was to get the identity of NIFADOT's leader, but Marty decided to use his personal time travel device to go ahead and deliver his own letter while Doc checked out the bunker. I admit to being pissed and making Doc pissed too. *looks over at the boys*
-D: In character. I'd be annoyed too.-
-M: Yeah, I think you kept yourself well in check.-
Yeah -- he's currently trying to find out where John Luke and TORO are.
George and Lorraine: After watching themselves at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance and helping Doc into the bunker, they're probably off making out somewhere. These two are all about the horizontal mambo.
-M: I could have gone my WHOLE LIFE without having to hear that term applied to my parents.-
Well, it's true! With LPK and Kev at the wheels, it's murder and sex! All the time! They should star in a remake of "Natural Born Killers."
George55: Currently confronting Biff about his briefcase, Lorraine at his side. I think George might be getting into fisticuffs soon!
Jennifer: Suffering from a rare brain-eating fungus that makes her believe she can teleport into everyone else's storylines and try to fix them like she fixes her fan fiction.
-J: Aka, Jennifer McFly being annoying.-
Basically. I don't think she even reads the rest of the RPG. Just does what she wants. We're all very successfully ignoring her. Luckily, since she has the IQ of soup, she hasn't complained yet.
-AJ: Hey! That's insulting to soup!-
You're right. Soup is yummy. She is not.
Biff: For all intents and purposes, out of the game. bttf44 hasn't posted in a few days, and in this RPG, that's forever. Not much for her to do anyway.
-M: Wait, how do you know--
Trust me. She's a fangirl.
-M2: But how--
She's the one who writes all the stories where you start weeping.
-VuM: . . . She's a she.-
:)
And the RPG-related drabble -- it's set back a good number of pages, when Doc and Marty were getting a rest in the DeLorean before going off on further adventures. These poor guys rarely get a chance to sleep or eat.
59. Shattered
How on earth did it get this bad?
All I wanted to do was travel through time! See the future and relive the past. Perhaps find out more precisely why the dinosaurs died out, or see who wins the next 25 World Series. Perhaps even find out the answer to that universal question -- why?
Instead, I find myself on the run from three time traveling organizations. One wants me dead so they can rule the world. One wants me alive, but locked up in a bunker so I can’t stop them from ruling the world. And one wants me alive, but forced into performing a series of events that I know will lead to the creation of the other two! It’s insanity!
I look over at Marty. He’s currently sound asleep in the car, taking a well-needed break from all this craziness. A swell of guilt fills me. Why did I have to get him involved in all this? It’s me that everyone wants. I’m the one who invented the time machine. They didn’t need to go after Marty. God damn it. If only -- If only. . . .
If only I hadn’t invented the time machine.
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about traveling back in time to November 4th, 1955, and seeing if I can’t prevent myself from smashing my head on the sink. Life would be so much simpler then. No WADOTAT, no NIFADOT, no TORO. I could devote my life to a different project. Something infinitely safer. And Marty, George, and Lorraine would all be safely at home again, able to concentrate on more ordinary problems.
But I know I can’t do that. Causing either a paradox or turning myself into an echo -- a remnant of a defunct timeline -- won’t really do any good. We have to stop WADOTAT and NIFADOT. Not sure what will happen with TORO, but I think I’ll be damned if I’ll recreate the Omega timeline after all this.
I just want to go home. . . .
-OD: *wince* You've gone through a lot of shit in this RPG, haven't you?-
It's fun anyway, and it keeps me in plot bunnies.
-DW: Which I fully appreciate.-
So, back to a few more story edits, then some more work on the sprites. Slow day at work, so I doodled the Marty ones (including an Insanity one, just for thoroughness) and a few minicartoons. My favorite really has to be Doc's Common Sense ranting at his Insanity.
-OD: *tentacles buzz* I'm looking forward to seeing these in color.-
I'm working on it, I promise. I like these little guys!
