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[Blog #191] --- Neutral --- [Tuesday] - Writing & Gaming
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Today has been one of those incredibly boring days.
The highlights had to be playing Final Fantasy VII and talking to Reiss about DATWBSVOH at 3 in the morning.
In my several-hour streak of Final Fantasy VII, I've levelled up my main party slightly, along with mastering a few materia crystals.
I'm at the stage where I'm battling constantly to max everything out that's actually possible.
Along with talking to Reiss, I spent a few hours writing on my DATWBSVOH planning sheet. Reiss has asked to be included as a character, and he's helped me along with a few ideas - so naturally, I'm going to include him.
I got absorbed in writing it, until I got a bit stuck at 5AM and decided to quit and sleep.
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Andrew seized his chance; while Ashleigh’s arm was raised, he grabbed her by the wrist, his large fingers closing tightly around it. He then proceeded to twist it harshly between his thumb and forefinger, bending her arm back over on itself as he did so. Ashleigh let out a yelp of pain, furiously trying to struggle free - but this just caused his grip to tighten and the pain to worsen.
“Say you’re sorry, little Sparrow!” Andrew sniggered, raising his eyebrows challengingly.
Ashleigh whimpered, still having no luck at freeing herself, as she gnawed upon her lip, trying to blot out the pain. “…N-No! …I’m… I’m not saying it…!”
“Have it your way then…” Andrew smirked, grabbing Ashleigh’s arm with both hands, one at her wrist, one at her elbow - as he yanked it up and over her head, causing her to spin backwards in her wheelchair as he pressed her palm to the back of her neck.
Ashleigh screamed, burning agony welling up in all of the joints of her left arm, feeling now that there was no way she could ignore the pain, nor silence herself.
“AAAARRGH….!!! I…I’m… Alright!!! I’m sorry!!” Ashleigh wailed, flailing her free arm madly as she felt almost ready to start crying as a result of the pain.
Andrew spared her mercy, smiling smugly as he let her arm drop. “Much better, little Sparrow,” he said, baring his teeth in a smirk.
Ashleigh frowned, lowering her head slightly in embarrassment. She quickly placed both hands on her wheels, ignoring her aching arm - and forcefully propelled herself out of the hall, muttering violent curses under her breath.
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Blog #191
Writing & Gaming
Writing & Gaming
Today has been one of those incredibly boring days.
The highlights had to be playing Final Fantasy VII and talking to Reiss about DATWBSVOH at 3 in the morning.
In my several-hour streak of Final Fantasy VII, I've levelled up my main party slightly, along with mastering a few materia crystals.
I'm at the stage where I'm battling constantly to max everything out that's actually possible.
Along with talking to Reiss, I spent a few hours writing on my DATWBSVOH planning sheet. Reiss has asked to be included as a character, and he's helped me along with a few ideas - so naturally, I'm going to include him.
I got absorbed in writing it, until I got a bit stuck at 5AM and decided to quit and sleep.
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Andrew seized his chance; while Ashleigh’s arm was raised, he grabbed her by the wrist, his large fingers closing tightly around it. He then proceeded to twist it harshly between his thumb and forefinger, bending her arm back over on itself as he did so. Ashleigh let out a yelp of pain, furiously trying to struggle free - but this just caused his grip to tighten and the pain to worsen.
“Say you’re sorry, little Sparrow!” Andrew sniggered, raising his eyebrows challengingly.
Ashleigh whimpered, still having no luck at freeing herself, as she gnawed upon her lip, trying to blot out the pain. “…N-No! …I’m… I’m not saying it…!”
“Have it your way then…” Andrew smirked, grabbing Ashleigh’s arm with both hands, one at her wrist, one at her elbow - as he yanked it up and over her head, causing her to spin backwards in her wheelchair as he pressed her palm to the back of her neck.
Ashleigh screamed, burning agony welling up in all of the joints of her left arm, feeling now that there was no way she could ignore the pain, nor silence herself.
“AAAARRGH….!!! I…I’m… Alright!!! I’m sorry!!” Ashleigh wailed, flailing her free arm madly as she felt almost ready to start crying as a result of the pain.
Andrew spared her mercy, smiling smugly as he let her arm drop. “Much better, little Sparrow,” he said, baring his teeth in a smirk.
Ashleigh frowned, lowering her head slightly in embarrassment. She quickly placed both hands on her wheels, ignoring her aching arm - and forcefully propelled herself out of the hall, muttering violent curses under her breath.
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