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Heheh... wow. He must've been the [butt] of every joke!

 

HAHA. NYAAAh.

 

 

Seriously I was laughing my ass off when I read this. So cheesy and yet so true.

 

Thanks Zetz Darke, I read a few of your fics and left a review on your poem. Very nice, keeps TNBC spirit.

 

I'll write, and I'll wait for the colored version of Sasha.

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I wouldn't hit you. Just lightly tap you on the head...hard.

 

 

 

About this Boyd fic I am about to share. I believe that he was already paranoid before he got fired as it is "fired again". Obviously he has a bad track. But I think he really got into his job and that was his life. However when his boss fired him he burnt down the building mostly out of revenge. I think he convinced himself that he had been doing it for the good of mankind, as he wouldn't be put into an asylum if it were just an act of crime.

 

In the asylum he becomes even more delusional and until Oleander gives him back a job and an objective. Then he has something to hang onto and in his sane side 'redeem' himself.

 

All right here goes nothing.

 

It was hard work being a guard. Especially on the late shift where one had to be more careful leaning back in their chair since it would be harder to avoid the splinters. And when a splinter entered your skin… well it’s better not to describe what could happen.

 

Boyd knew this and worked around it as best as he could.

 

Whistling a generic tune, he waved nonchalantly at the camera beaming a slightly goofy smile.

 

This time he couldn’t help being this contented. He had the advantage on his side. Usually the cameras worked against him and he would have to skirt such things as banks and malls where Their eyes were searching for him through the black boxes.

 

These cameras gave him sight of the whole store. The devices that They used were now his.

 

With a slight sigh he leaned back, allowing the chair to clack against the glaring ground. If only his boss would understand. Would understand why it was necessary to target that man who always stopped in the women’s section. He had been talking to the clothes. Boyd had found him last week when he had been hiding in the lingerie section.

 

And then there was the young girl who screamed when she didn’t get her way. She was a recruiter or spy, he was sure. This problem had been dealt with a few days ago when she had almost exposed his camera room. Fortunately, he had seen through her little scheme and had informed the rest of the store over the intercom.

 

It was a strange gift he had; the ability to see through people’s costumes. Those happy, happy costumes.

 

Like this and many other things he tried to share with his boss, they were dismissed. Obviously the man was strange in the head, maybe a bit delusional.

 

Still he really did love this job despite the hardships he had to endure. After all it was ‘all in a day’s work’. Perhaps without it he wouldn’t be so perceptive of what was really happening. And best of all he could convince the few sane ones that he was right about the world. Unlike his other jobs. Those jobs dealt with Them and that had been unproductive and restricting with their camera’s, spies, and supposed “normalness.”

 

Boyd would have hung his hat on the peg nailed into the wall. It was common courtesy to do so when one’s shift was over but that would mean he would be unprotected on his way home. So like every night he went out in full attire.

 

There was a time when he had done such common courtesies but he hadn’t known the truth. Now it was much better.

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Holy crap. That was brilliant. How long did it take you?

 

+12 Nobel Reese's Prizes!

 

10 minutes to write 5 to type.

 

Thank you all. You all are so supportive it really make me smile.

 

[qoute]Yea, that was great, Klia. Excellent work!!!

 

Most Excellent Fic Klia!

 

Mwahaha! I would sig these if I wasn't so amused by Oleander.

 

Oleander> Klia's vanity.

 

Watch me slowly loose interest in this fic and leave it to rot like most of my other things.

 

I've already dumped the continuation of Psychonauts and the Fred fic I was working on. However Boyd is fun to write about (this isn't me gloating this is me reflecting on how I have a short term memory muse)

 

I need to change my icon once again.

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my brain fried itself again, which one was your fic? can i have a link? [if its not on the thorney towers site]

 

Here it is though I'm seriously considering scraping the whole prologue all together...

 

http://www.fanart-central.net/stories.php?sid=20327

 

I'm also planning to write a sort of one shot sasha fic while taking a break from my actual fanfic. It sorta deals on his feelings about his research between another feeling.... what do myou guys think

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Well thats... wait... I sense something.... wrong.... *guns down a madman about to make a Homestar/PsychoNauts fic* That'll teach ya to analyze Strong Bad's insecurities!

 

Now that would be something I have never seen before.

 

AWESOME, OPERATION: ASYLUM IS UP!

 

Hmm?

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Operation: Asylum is in my crazy l33t circus topic...and here's the prologue to a story mostly about Dogen!

 

Dogen was all alone on the street; naturally, he was supposed to be somewhere. But he had grown up now, and

 

for once he wanted to be left alone. He wore not his old outfit from Whispering Rock, but instead a new one.

 

A black-and-white striped cloak, a long scarf, tails trailing from it both white and black, a red glove and a

 

black one, black baggy pants, and two cold white shoes.

 

The Psychonauts wanted to employ him, but he was almost happy living on the street eating garbage and dog

 

food. All his friends had left him. As he sat and shivered, covering himself with a box, he saw a familiar

 

figure-big red goggles, a green warm-weather sweater, a brown jacket, a cool helmet and a flat face.

 

He looked up at him, and the figure looked down at him, and smirked. "Dogen, buddy! Where have you been?

 

Every Psychonaut, and all the other kids back from Whispering Rock have been searching for you these whole

 

last five years!"

 

Dogen frowned, and looked away. Just as Raz's voice had changed, so had Dogen's- to a much deeper, much

 

angrier and raspy voice. "No. Nobody was looking for me. Ever since ten years ago I ran away from you, the

 

Psychonauts, my family."

 

Raz looked down to Dogen and smirked. "But the Psychonauts need you." He grabbed Dogen's hand, and lifted

 

him up. "You might wanna follow me, for a nice surprise." Dogen followed him reluctantly, just as he had

 

through the mines - but it seemed Raz always seemed to lead him to joy, to safety. There stood all his friends,

 

all grown up. All of them but Bobby Zilch. Even Benny had shown up, due to several threats from Mikhail and

 

Maloof, who were now mercenaries for any cause needing protection. J.T. smirked at him, wearing a police

 

badge and a uniform, while Phoebe and Quentin stood next to their band's van. Vernon looked barely any

 

different, and was asking if anyone wanted his signed books. Elton wore the outfit of a marine bioligist, next

 

to Milka Phage, who wore a detective's clothing. The gang was all there.

 

"We've all succeeded," came a bright voice from the ever-young Elka Doom, now a fashion model. "How about

 

you?" Dogen turned away, and sighed. He felt an arm on his shoulder, that of Lili, and turned around. He

 

shoved her away from him. "I'm a homeless jerk!" he shouted, sobbing. "I don't have a family, I don't have a

 

job-I have nothing! Nothing!" He ran, and ran. Raz stopped him, with a telekinetic wall. "No, Dogen, come

 

back. We have a request."

 

Dogen trudged towards Raz, and growled. "What?"

 

"Well," replied Raz, "the Psychonauts have a big problem - and you're the only one with the mental ability to

 

handle it."

 

Dogen looked down, as if just to say "no."

 

"It's a mission, and Lili and I will come with. An insane Psycho-Rebel is loose upon the innocents, and we need

 

your help."

 

Dogen looked up. "Real Psychonauts work.

 

He smirked.

 

"Count me in."

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10 minutes to write 5 to type.

 

Thank you all. You all are so supportive it really make me smile.

 

[qoute]Yea, that was great, Klia. Excellent work!!!

 

 

 

Mwahaha! I would sig these if I wasn't so amused by Oleander.

 

Oleander> Klia's vanity.

 

Watch me slowly loose interest in this fic and leave it to rot like most of my other things.

 

I've already dumped the continuation of Psychonauts and the Fred fic I was working on. However Boyd is fun to write about (this isn't me gloating this is me reflecting on how I have a short term memory muse)

 

I need to change my icon once again.

 

Ignore them, Psychoporn. They are jealous of my siggitude...

And I see I've started some awesome thing > thing trend here.

And thank you, Smon. That was pretty darn close, and I would have exploded.

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Mwahaha! I would sig these if I wasn't so amused by Oleander.

 

Oleander> Klia's vanity.

 

Watch me slowly loose interest in this fic and leave it to rot like most of my other things.

 

I've already dumped the continuation of Psychonauts and the Fred fic I was working on. However Boyd is fun to write about (this isn't me gloating this is me reflecting on how I have a short term memory muse)

 

I need to change my icon once again.

 

Ignore them, Psychoporn. They are jealous of my siggitude...

And I see I've started some awesome thing > thing trend here.

And thank you, Smon. That was pretty darn close, and I would have exploded.

 

This > thing is too addictive.

 

The fanfiction is interesting. I mean Psychonauts grown up? Cool! However you did skimp a bit over how they grew up. If you improve upon that it would work a lot better.

 

Great job anyway!

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