Stolen from
cephiedvariable and
urban_anchorite , predictably.
Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
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Alternatively or also, what about Secret Agent Pepper in Kiev?
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They glistened horribly in the light, which, ever inclined to loiter, was still making its slow and tilting way down to the too-slowly breaking waves, long minutes after sun and moon alike had been wrestled from their spheres and into storage crates[1].
And, above, past the dense clouds piled deeper than seas, where angels and demons fought beyond the reach of the light- beyond even the reach of the dark- there was a clink as someone threw a pair of dice down.
Snake eyes. Again.
OH, DAMN, said Death.
The things that had been known as Pepper and Wensleydale exchanged a look. Neither of them had liked Parcheesi very much even in what one could call life, and there was something outright galling about being forced into a CONVIVIAL GAME AMONG FRIENDS even after having sacrificed, really, everything, down to and including all but a grim parody of friendship ( ... )
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esp. 'The slippery mass of T-shirted decay that sat across from them felt similarly, but for one small detail: he was winning.' / 'voicing the thoughts of 3/7ths of all parties present' / 'MOTOR VEHICLE LICENSING LAWS ALL OVER THE WORLD PROHIBIT US FROM DOING ANYTHING OF THE KIND.' / 'an angel and a demon, locked in mortal combat over the question of who had owed who a tenner when tenners were still a valid form of currency in the kingdoms of Earth and not so much kindling'
It is all v. appropriately icky. :'D
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