I made this account a while ago, with the intent of using it as an auxiliary location to post my stories at (since, by the time I manage to find them, all the Tron communities are dead). I've never been good with journal upkeep, but I might as well try, right? (No one is reading this I'm sure, but I'm going to pretend someone is anyway ( Read more... )

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“... What is this?”

There was a a rather large bag held by a long strap in one of Tron's hands. At least, he assumed it was a bag; its shape, zippered pockets, and the presence and attachment of the long strap were all similar to an item positively identified as 'a bag' which Flynn had brought with him to the Grid on several ( Read more... )

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“I don't know if I like the thought of a Games Arena in this system,” Flynn finally declared.

Tron's expression shifted into a grimace, eyes soft - nearly human, the User thought - and full of sorrow and understanding, but his stance remained firm. “I understand your concerns, and share them, to some extent, but the facts ( Read more... )

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“... There.” Alan mumbled quietly to himself, typing in the last few keystrokes with a little more force than his usual.

He leaned back in his chair and rolled his neck around a little to work out the stiffness. He couldn't really see much of his coworkers, but the air was filled with the click-clacking of many keyboards being struck ( Read more... )