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Crit/Plot post
How am I doing with Londo? Is there something about him that's off or needing more attention? This is the place to let me know, please.
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Twenty One Purple Files
The explosions must be stopped. My boots, they are ruined. I do not know what it was that exploded, but now they are scuffed to the point where polishing, it will do nothing. Is there nothing that can stop these things?
[About fifteen minutes later he writes again.]Barbed wire. It is not good for coats, no. I think I am starting to get angry. Is ( Read more... ) -
Twenty Purple Files
This gold monstrosity, this, it is not a cape.
It is a death trap.
Six times I have tripped! SIX! And my work, it is over the bridges! I begin to think the Sphere wishes for me to fall to my death because of a cape! Who even wears a cape, hm? A cape, it has no use. It has no function. Except to get under my feet. -
Nineteen Purple Files
I suppose I should be glad my house, it was still here, when I got out of the infernal case. And I suppose I should be glad that I have no pets, because they would have starved ( Read more... ) -
18 Purple Files
Perhaps I should be thankful for the infernal flying thing that continually pesters me. Perhaps. Without it, I do not know if I would have stumbled through the... strangeness in the wilderness. I would not have entered, if it was not divebombing my head, like a thrice-damned homing frisbee ( Read more... ) -
17 Purple Files
Londo of House Mollari. That is who I am. I do not know if it is a thing to be celebrated, finding this out. The knowledge that came with it, it is heavy. What does one think, and do, when they are not sure they wish to know more about who they are, but cannot abide being utterly ignorant ( Read more... ) -
16 Purple Files
Oh yes. Of course. First, my head is flooded with dreams that are not my own, and now, now I cannot even get out of the elevator. I am stuck. But of course, no one will help, because no one can, not when the elevator is rude like this, no ( Read more... ) -
15 Purple Files
The Wilderness, it is not ruins any more, no. Instead, it is a club. It is a club with much to see, and even more to drink ( Read more... ) -
14 Purple Files
Make a wish. For three days, this paper, I have stared at it. What possible wish that one would write would come true? It is that damnable question all over again. What do you want? Maybe, maybe, there is more that is wanted than one can say! Did whomever asked that question ever thing about that ( Read more... )