“I hate this part,” Anders grumbled, as he looked through the high-powered binoculars around his neck yet another time.
“What, the waiting?” Tyrol, bored, had been lying in the dirt and brush. He felt incredibly tired, yet he was far too wired and restless to actually fall asleep, so he was lying there, settling for resting his eyes. But Anders’
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Oh, the irony.....
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Ok, Adderall-inspired rant follows, with some possible explanatory information about the frakked-upness of the post a few minutes ago. Feel feel to read or scroll down to the bottom and millari's return to normalcy....
I have been having serious technical difficulties with LJ and Internet Explorer, which I hate using, but I was at my dad's house and there was no alternative. I have no idea why the paragraphs were running together like that and why everything was in bold, but somehow, reposting magically fixed it all. Incidentally, if anyone has any advice in this area, I'd appreciate, because posting part 2 was a similiar clusterfrak ( ... )
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Keep on, guys :D
(BTW, you should add me on AIM. My screen name is in my profile.)
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But it wasn't too bad. I'm just overly critical because I'm sitting here with NOTHING TO DO. ENTERTAIN ME, PLZ.
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I love Tyrol, and the fact that he isn't going to order someone to put themselves in life-threatening danger unless he's going there with them. And Jammer, desperately trying to stop Tama from commiting the bombing.
This is a fantastic fic.
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Thanks for the gratifying feedback. I'm glad you're enjoying the fic. Hopefully Part 5 will come along a lot faster. We are already writing.
Nice icon, btw.
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