The only sound in the dingy little room is the Administrator counting down the seconds before the match. The other men stand silent. Most of them have been prepared for the last hour.
The waiting grates on the Medic's nerves. The others, at least, have done this before. He has not. He keeps himself from looking around at the Respawn room, full of the invisible technology that will bring him back from the dead.
If he's sloppy enough to get killed.
He keeps his eyes on the broad back of the Heavy, holds the medigun steady. Five seconds. Four. Three.
Part of him wonders what death feels like.
"Begin!"
The others charge forward
The man says he needs a new face. It's too dangerous, he says.
The doctor says that it's a painful procedure.
The man says that is no issue. Here's better than the Fatherland for those who are still loyal, but he needs a new face. The doctor will understand, surely.
The doctor understands. There are men outside his office. Thugs. He will not survive if he refuses.
That is not why he agrees.
The anesthetic will take a while. So the doctor talks to the man.
He tells him his name, not the one on the certificate in his office. He tells him the names of his mother, his sisters and brother, his niece. He tells him the name of his town
TF2 Fanfic-- The Saucepan by LadyMordred, literature
Literature
TF2 Fanfic-- The Saucepan
The scream from Scout shattered the ceasefire peace, and brought the more civic-minded of the team at an unhurried saunter to the base's kitchen; namely, the Engineer and the Heavy. There they found the Scout cowering against the far wall from the sink, a bright red spatula upraised as he stared in horror at something in the left hand basin.
"What is it?" said the Engineer, at the same time the Heavy said, "What was noise?"
"It's the thing in the sink! I swear ta God it moved!"
"Thing in sink? What thing in sink?" The Heavy leaned over and peered in. "Is only pot, little man. Sauce pot." He sniffed. And blinked. And beat a similar retr
The only sound in the dingy little room is the Administrator counting down the seconds before the match. The other men stand silent. Most of them have been prepared for the last hour.
The waiting grates on the Medic's nerves. The others, at least, have done this before. He has not. He keeps himself from looking around at the Respawn room, full of the invisible technology that will bring him back from the dead.
If he's sloppy enough to get killed.
He keeps his eyes on the broad back of the Heavy, holds the medigun steady. Five seconds. Four. Three.
Part of him wonders what death feels like.
"Begin!"
The others charge forward
The man says he needs a new face. It's too dangerous, he says.
The doctor says that it's a painful procedure.
The man says that is no issue. Here's better than the Fatherland for those who are still loyal, but he needs a new face. The doctor will understand, surely.
The doctor understands. There are men outside his office. Thugs. He will not survive if he refuses.
That is not why he agrees.
The anesthetic will take a while. So the doctor talks to the man.
He tells him his name, not the one on the certificate in his office. He tells him the names of his mother, his sisters and brother, his niece. He tells him the name of his town
TF2 Fanfic-- The Saucepan by LadyMordred, literature
Literature
TF2 Fanfic-- The Saucepan
The scream from Scout shattered the ceasefire peace, and brought the more civic-minded of the team at an unhurried saunter to the base's kitchen; namely, the Engineer and the Heavy. There they found the Scout cowering against the far wall from the sink, a bright red spatula upraised as he stared in horror at something in the left hand basin.
"What is it?" said the Engineer, at the same time the Heavy said, "What was noise?"
"It's the thing in the sink! I swear ta God it moved!"
"Thing in sink? What thing in sink?" The Heavy leaned over and peered in. "Is only pot, little man. Sauce pot." He sniffed. And blinked. And beat a similar retr
...and have a tumblr.
Here's the link: http://www.tumblr.com/dashboard
I'll post loads of TF2 stuff there. You have been warned. But hey, if you like TF2, head on over, because ~TheBuggiest (https://www.deviantart.com/thebuggiest) and I have just finished an epic length fic starring everyone and are gearing up to post it...in the meantime, I at least will be posting drabbles.
See you there!
Yes, you do. You're on DeviantArt. Read this now.
http://www.advocate.com/arts-entertainment/commentary/2012/08/08/see-photos-ugandans-both-proud-and-brave?page=0,0
In a country with massive social and economic problems (understatement) where the legislature is trying to pass a law to kill anyone identifying as LGBT, these brave, brave people defied the bigots who wanted them dead or imprisoned. They stood up for human decency and human rights. Their courage and defiance warms my heart and inspires me.
I hope it inspires you too. Get out and do something. If they can show their defiance of a system far more inimical to what they are than o
I still love you guys and I'm not ignoring you, I swear! Really! Life REALLY REALLY needs to quit eating me. So quickpost:
-Only thing that will be going up in the near future will probably be scans from notebooks and other low quality dross--it's been long enough that I have to teach myself how to draw again. Boo.
-Still in college, still playing with bugs. Yay.
-I have an actual job. Yay.
-I have ideas of stuff I want to draw, but see above. Boo/Yay?
-The local bus company has put a whole new sort of bus on the lines. They are nice and clean I am such a nerd I a) noticed this and b) am really happy about this. I spend too much time on