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How's my driving? In Character? Out of Character? Too much? Not enough?
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This is not because I am squeamish about critique, but rather because I want to encourage everyone to say exactly what they want to me. Be harsh, go for it, I can take it. -
Bluh bluh bluh, sentimental drivel.
This fic served the purpose of indulging the following:
-My love of tragic endings in stories that aren't tragedies.
-My love of the musebox dark-future-Sing.
-Godmodding, and writing other peoples' characters badly, apparently.
-Filling Kinkmeme prompts with genfic.
IN SHORT. Ignore me. Just. Go about your business.
( I get to keep a piece of him forever; it's only fair. ) -
Sitting in the dark. [OPEN]
who ; Commander Jane Shepard
what ; Slowly losing her mind and trying, desperately, to figure out a way to destroy the marker.
where ; Zone 08, on the sixth floor of a building a good distance from the Marker.
when ; After Garrus's suicide.
warning(s) ; Gore, crazy, the general warning associated with Dead Space. No swearing, though, oddly enough.
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/Pardon my pairing.
"It's just," Garrus started, "Was that really necessary?"
"I didn't realize you got embarrassed so easily," Shepard countered and shoved him. The flat look he leveled at her said just how much he believed that, and the twitch of his left mandible underlined his mild irritation. He let himself be shoved onto the bed and it creaked as he leaned back ( Read more... ) -
[Text_message_001]
Posted here because I'd hate to interrupt the actual game with something as silly as this little post.
being()Encryption protocol_02837a.ge5;
++Encrypted++
-Garrus and I have Secured a location in Residential Zone 01. Approach is one way down an exposed street, you'll have cover from our end.
Coordinates attached.
Shepard out.