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 Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 8:44 pm
Diary of an Oregon Transplant
Synopsis:
Like having your kidney removed, only so much more painful, in a gut-wrenching 'I'm going to puke if I laugh any harder because it's only going to get worse from here' kind of way.
Only so many things could go wrong when you're traveling from Oregon to Minnesota in a motorhome with two adults, three teenagers, two cats, and three dogs, with no set destination or house. It gets worse when the youngest of the family is a moody boy who finds it in him to look at the dark side of everything, the middle child is more in touch with the insane side of life than anything else, the oldest is a control freak with a sadistic streak a mile long, and the parents? ... We won't get into them. And then there's the cats. And the dogs. Goodbye, sanity, hello hijinks from hell.
Quick warning: there is lots of language, though there's no violence, and if I were to post a list comprised of the people it could possibly offend, it'd be a long, long list.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 8:47 pm
Word Count:
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 8:48 pm
Characters:
Kensington Reunn
Known as Dex. The insane middle child of the family- also known as the 'narrator' of the story. No one knows if she's known as Dex because she was born in December, or because she's a pool of random, useless knowledge.
Althea Reunn
The oldest child in the family. Incredibly smart, she doesn't have time for silly nonsense-unless she's the one being silly- and adores her books and her dog above all else. That said, she's known for her extreme sadism and her love of video games.
Grey Reunn
The youngest of the family. Grey isn't emo, really- he's just a little too sensitive for his own good. He's a good-natured jokester up until he thinks that you're being mean to him- then you have to watch out.
Ginger Reunn
The loving, if a little absent-minded mother of the family. If she has her mind set on something, then she'll do whatever she can to achieve it. Extremely overprotective of her family, she sometimes smothers everyone with her love (though they don't mind).
Brad Reunn
The father of the psychotic family. He tends to be the sane man of the group, and his job transfer was what inspired the whole move. Sometimes he's exasperated by his family's insanity, but other times actively joins in on it. Extremely blunt, he doesn't put up with crap from anyone, and doesn't hide things to avoid hurting people's feelings.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 8:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 8:56 pm
Open!
Well. Ish. All I have up at this point is the synopsis, but as more is worked out it'll be added. Feel free to post!
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 10:30 pm
Totally awesome summary. I can't wait until the rest of the info is up!
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 9:59 am
To be honest, this was an idea that I was kind of really iffy about, which is why characters are going to take a bit to put up. I'm tempted to switch, but i figured that if I put the idea up in the forum, I'd stop being so picky about it. xD I guess not.
Edit: Just realized the keyboard ate what I said before this, which was something along the lines of 'Why, thank you!'. Oops.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 5:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 11:16 am
Awesome characters! You made me laugh a lot, reading about them.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:01 pm
Preface
Whoever dreamt up this wacky, insane trip is either a brilliant person, or one in desperate need of pills for psychosis. What were we thinking, packing up everything we owned in less than a month in order to move out to Minnesota- which included putting boxes upon boxes into storage, and selling the rest in huge garage sales? I hate garage sales, for one- everything has to be priced, and then there's bargaining, and then there's getting rid of what ever didn't sell.
I would say that we should have just donated everything, but then, we wouldn't have had the money for the trip that we desperately needed. Which, no money meant no food, and when I don't have food, I turn into a freaking dragon- not like the ones on Dragon Tales, even. No, they're too happy and fluffy (they have scales, how the ******** can they be fluffy?), but like the ones on… erm. Lord of the Rings? There's a dragon in there, right?
I digress. Either way, this was one mad, mad idea. Who better to execute it than my family? Hell, I'm not exactly known for being the sharpest tool in the shed (case in point; I constantly say “brightest tool in the shed” instead of that), my sister is a master of insane troll logic, my brother has an imagination way the hell out there, and that's just the kids. Mom? Well. Mom's determined, for sure, and Dad didn't really give a s**t, so long as we were out there on time. Technically, if there was any family that could do this mad dash, then it was us. I guess I should be thankful that we all get along well enough that there was no bloodshed, but honestly. This was our idea of a plan. Sure, the 'stay in the motorhome for two months' was not part of that plan, but somehow, it got implemented somewhere along the line.
Oh. Did I forget to mention that? Yes, we went out in a twenty year old motorhome that my grandma had given us as a gift. Five humans and five animals live in that small space, and somehow, we managed. I'm not saying that it wasn't a marvelous gift; if we didn't have it, then we would have had to get rid of all the animals, after all (no one likes fresh cat piss on their carpets anyways). I'm just saying that for people who were used to not seeing each other 24/7, it was hard to not rid the other's throat out when we were annoying as hell.
What happened, happened, though, and, well, it was all for the better in the end, no harm done, we'll all become better people after this. We may even learn to appreciate each other more, appreciate life more and….
Yeah. I'm out of sentimental crap. Whatever. Let's get this show on the road, shall we? (See what I did there? I'm so clever.)
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:18 pm
Chapter One
September 8th, 2010- Day One of the Move.
Let it be known. This is a project. I am not writing this for any particular reason, other than to have it documented. Documentation is good, fun, all that jazz. I mean, sure, it may or may not be because my mom mentioned it offhandedly as an idea, and I decided to take it an run with it for this crazy fifty thousand word thing, but really… I'm rambling. I'm good at that.
It started in Oregon. Rainy, gloomy, and any other adjective of that sort Oregon. Such a place that was so dark and gloomy that it rained almost every day, and the days that there wasn't, there was clouds. Large, marshmallowy clouds that may have been fun to eat had I ever gotten the chance to eat a cloud- ignoring the fact that clouds are made of water. I bet they'd still taste good.
Erm. Done talking about clouds.
With how angst-ridden and- s**t, what's another adjective for gloomy?- depressing Oregon is, it was no surprise that we got the hell out of Dodge via random selection. By random selection, I mean shot-out-of-the-blue job promotion for my dad- one that was amazing and would actually let him work without being bored out of his mind. The only catch was that he'd have to move to Minnesota in less than a month- over 2000 miles away. (Well. I'm pretty positive I'm BSing on that point. I hate math anyways. It's far away from Oregon, though, okay?) So, we took the promotion, and left as soon as possible.
Selling the house was fairly simple; one of my best friend's family decided to rent it, and that was that. I wasn't too upset about her being in my house- after all, if I couldn't have her living in my house (now her house, painted and pretty), then how would I manage a complete stranger? Items were sold, given to friends or given to charity, as was furniture. We had to rent a Uhaul for that stuff, but it was fairly easy after that. We were even able to sell the bees that my dad had from over the years- yes, the live, buzzing honey bees were bought from us and taken away. Everything was working for us to move.
The only problem was getting there. It was about 28 hours of driving, and we had animals. No one lets animals into hotels. The cats scratch the s**t out of things, and the dogs piss on the floor... not pretty stuff. Luckily, we had Amma, my mom's mom, who had no use for her motorhome and had decided to give it to us. Sure, it was over 20 years old, but it started, so what the hell did we have to complain about?
That was our first roadblock in this epic journey.
“It broke down?” I glanced over at Mom from the chair that we had left, raising an eyebrow at her tone. Normally, when things 'break down', there's need for caution, as you never know what the heck's going to happen next. Who was she even on the phone with anyways? “Where did it break down- only an hour away from Mom's house?” Ah. Uncle Eric, who was taking up the motorhome for us. Which meant the motorhome was what broke. Fabulous. “What's wrong with it- you're stuck at Walmart, and the mechanic is right across the street?” Her lips pursed, and I was pretty certain that she was hiding a smile. “Well, that's good luck! I think.”
What ensued next was an epic back-and-forth game that Eric has to play; he ran to the mechanic's, called Mom, ran back to the motorhome, ran to the mechanic's, and that lasted for about an hour or so. I mostly ignored what was being said, instead focusing on Mom's expressions, which told me more than the jargon that was spewing out of her mouth (jargon that I was sure that at the time she had no clue what it meant either, to boot). At one point, I'm pretty certain she talked to the mechanic himself; that's about the time that she called him an idiot and got her angry face and tone on. Her 'angry face' is, for a lack of a better word, terrifying, and her voice gets low, but still manages to stay sweet, in essence telling you, “I'll let you keep some of your dignity intact if you stop being an idiot.” Which meant that it was hilarious to watch, so long as it wasn't directed at me. I'm may be a coward, but I'm pretty positive that I'm not the only one who wants to run away in fear when Mom gets angry.
Eventually, about two hours later, it was fixed, and Eric was back on his way bringing it to us. The next few times that it broke down should have been a warning to get it really, thoroughly looked at, but hey, we were moving in less than a month, we were ******** lunatics. Getting it looked at didn't even pop into mind. Well. It didn't pop into mine, at least. Maybe it popped into theirs. I don't know, because I'm not a mind reader. That's fine with me, though- who wants to know what goes through people's minds? I'm pretty positive that any mind reader would be scarred for life. Poor bitches.
Of course, Eric arrived a day late- apparently, his girlfriend had invited him to a concert, and he had gone with her the day that he was supposed to leave to take it to us. None of us were bothered by it- if anything we were amused. Power to him, ya know? Besides, he did eventually get it up to Oregon from California, so no harm done. He brought it up, stayed at our house for two days, and then left. He was like the cool, psychotic uncle I never had- or, never knew I had. Or, wait, no, that's not right either. I knew he was there, but after ten years, you kinda don't have a clue.
Either way. The time came that we had to leave, and, of course, we weren't ready the morning of the day that we needed to go. Instead of helping out that morning, I went to school with my two best friends. Of course, with my graduation from high school, I wasn't technically allowed, but hey, why would I care? I wasn't that much of a bother- well, that's a lie. I was a huge bother, because I was a very good distraction, what with my random falling out of chairs, running in circles and just other acts that made complete sense to me but no one else really understood. Either way, the teachers liked me well enough, and so I stayed.
Most of the time at the school was spent joking around, telling people goodbye, and just enjoying ourselves at the expense of others. I didn't end up getting out of all of the work, as I went back to my house after about two hours, but still. It was worth it saying goodbye to the kids I grew up with- even if half of them were probably going to become drug addicts at some point in their life. I had faith that they wouldn't be too ******** stupid.
Last minute packing was really where the journey began. It was all a trial-an-error run of seeing how much junk we could fit into the motorhome and two cars by the end of the day- whatever didn't fit was left behind, which meant that if you wanted something, then you better make damn sure it was put in first.
“Dex! Your stupid beanbag won't fit right!” My head whipped towards my sister, and I ran to her, laughing under my breath as she tried to shove the fluffy, bright pink bag into the door of the motorhome. I was half tempted to tell her that her long brown hair had gotten caught in the door, but refrained; for all of the damage done to me, she probably deserved it. Not to mention it would probably be funny as hell when she found out.
“Of course it doesn't fit, seriously. You're trying to shove it in with Grey on the other side, effectively shoving it into him.” Then I paused. Althea arched her eyebrow and moved to look around the bag. From where she put it, I couldn't see my brother, but judging from the suddenly displeased look on Althea's face and the shout of pain that issued from Grey, she didn't like the fact that he was there.
“Jeez, Thea, normally people let me get out of the way when they find out that I'm there,” I couldn't tell whether Grey sounded amused or insulted; probably a mixture of both, considering how sensitive he was.
“You were in my way and I don't like it,” Althea retorted, emphasizing the statement with another push. There was a shout of indignation, and I rolled my eyes at their idiocy. Grey and Althea had been fighting ever since they were little, and it only got worse as the years went by. Really, Thea was nastier to Grey than she was to me, but it might not have mattered so much if Grey wasn't so sensitive. Not that it's entirely Grey's fault; Althea was probably the biggest b***h that I had ever met, though I couldn't help but adore her.
Turning my head away from the chaos, I grinned when I saw the next member of the family approaching. “Is your sister beating up Grey again?”
Immediately I heard Althea freeze, and I nodded earnestly. “Really, they're so childish. Why couldn't you reign them in better, Daddy?”
“I'm not the one who plays with dolls and watches Disney every day!” Grey shot back. Dad laughed, holding up his hands in defense.
“It's your mother's fault! I raised you to be better than this.”
Althea dropped the beanbag, eliciting a shout of surprise from my brother (why didn't he ever see it coming?), and turned to Dad, hands on her hips. “Dad, you raised us to shoot anyone who looks at us wrong and, well, shoot anything in general that bothers us.”
That sparked a grin from him. “Well, of course! What else would you expect?”
Really, there wasn't anything else that should have been expected. Dad didn't take s**t from anyone, and taught us to do the same. No matter how prominent his joking nature was, it was always one of the first things that you noticed about him. Well, other than the bald spot on his head, but we don't talk about that any more. (it really isn't all that noticeable, but we pretend that it is so that we can tease him about it.)
“Is that slander that I'm hearing?” Dad cringed, and I bounced back in delight, seeing my mom walk up with an amused smile curving her lips.
“Of course not, my love. Would I ever do something as evil as that?” Dad gave her a hopeful grin, which she refuted by rolling her eyes, stopping in front of him and cocking her hip lightly.
“Yes, yes you would-” She attempted to swat him away as he moved in to kiss her, but was unsuccessful. “Don't give me that! No, you do not get a kiss for slander!”
“Aw, but Ginger,” Dad purred in response. Finally he made it to his destination, and kissed her gleefully.
As always, I covered my eyes and squealed, while Thea made an indignant call of 'innocent eyes here!' and Grey just kind of… dove under the motorhome. I swear, I will never understand that boy.
They separated, and it became obvious that while Mom had been pretending to push him away, there was no way that she wasn't expecting such a happy greeting. “Don't worry, guys. To make sure that your father is motivated to get a new house, I told him that he's cut off until we get one. No sex in the motorhome."
Dad burst into laughter at that, deeply amused. "Can you imagine the motorhome rocking back and forth?! I can hear it now. 'But kids, we were just trying to rock you to sleep!'"
I groaned, once again looking away while desperately trying to erase that scene from my mind. It was sad that this is what we had to be thankful for. My parents, in essence, have the perfect romance, being so deeply in love with each other that if they portrayed it any other way, the sheer sweetness would be nauseating. We had learned the hard way that, no, parents do not stop having sex just because they finished popping the kids out. In fact, we had learned to not tell them to get a room, because they will. And it is sure to be traumatizing to anyone who happens to know what's going on.
Mom, apparently had come out to make sure that we were working, and we got back to it full force, working to get everything shoved into every little crevace. Well, we did once Thea got her hair out of the door, which sadly wasn't half as funny as I thought it would be. We finally managed to complete packing everything into the motorhome, and after seeing the friends who were renting the house- and crying little baby tears as the result-, we left, at around 7:35. I was in the Scion with Althea, Grey was in the Honda with my dad, and my mom was driving the monster that we were going to be sleeping in until we got there. The Poms were with Mom, and the cats? They were with us, kenneled in the back of the car.
The first real conversation was long after we made our way out of Oregon, forging into Washington. “This wasn't a well thought-out plan, was it?” I commented, looking out the window. I could practically hear Althea raise an eyebrow at what I said, though I hoped that she didn't take the time to glance at me; my sister may be good enough of a driver, but she had only just gotten her license. Crashing was not one my priority list, please and thank you.
“Well enough, I think. Sleeping place, we have the animals, what else is there to figure out? This is a road trip!” The last part was a gleeful shout, and I winced. Althea had been looking forward to this trip ever since the thought of it even came up, purely because she loved driving places. Even the fact that we had the cats in crates behind us didn't dampen her spirits. “C'mon, you have to be a bit more excited than this!”
I sunk into my seat, crossing my arms sulkily. Yes, I was being an emo b***h, but you couldn't blame me for it. The faults in this plan were riddled all over the place. “We're driving to Minnesota with three dogs and two cats, one of which is senile. This was pretty much a spur of the moment thing, the fridge doesn't work, and Mom and Dad don't want to eat out on the trip.”
Did I forget to mention that? When we got the motorhome, it wouldn't turn back on at first, and the fridge was pretty much broken- and not to mention it stank of mold, mildew, and many other things I didn't want to describe. That fridge belonged in the seventh layer of hell, if that smell was anything to go by. I was kind of afraid to open it around the dogs, in case they took one sniff and dropped down dead. Yes, it was unrealistic, but this was one holy stink.
Althea tutted, obviously missing my point. “You're so boring, Dex, you know that?” I rolled my eyes, holding back a smirk.
“At least I'm realistic. Don't get mad at me when you find out how right I am. Besides, we haven't even tried sleeping in the motorhome just yet. Aren't you worried about that?”
A grin. “Not as much as you should be. Yes, sharing a bed will undoubtedly suck- especially a twin-sized one- but chances are, I'll probably kick you off the bed in the first hour or so.” I winced, not liking the sound of that- and how likely it was to happen. Althea normally had a queen-size bed to herself and her cat, and somehow she managed to take up the whole damn thing. Most likely because once something is hers, she claims it with all the power she has, and she loves sleeping diagonally. I had no clue how the hell I was supposed to survive this.
Instead of responding, I turned to gaze out the window, frowning when I saw how dark it was. Was it really that late already? I know that we'd at least gone past Longview and Kelso, so it had been at least half an hour, but I had no clue where the hell we were now. Which, I shouldn't have been too surprised by that. I was one of those people that would get lost in a paper bag with a map- hell, the paper bag could be the map and I'd still get lost. My idea of directions was to spin in circles until I get dizzy and then wander off in whatever direction I stopped in. All the same, it would have been nice to have at least a notion of what time it was and where we were.
Oh. Time.
I snuck a glance at the clock on the dash. 9:40. So we hadn't even been driving for that long, but it had still gotten dark, and the rain that had started to pour heavily wasn't doing anything to help. Thea's lips were drawn into a thin line as she resolutely stayed behind the motorhome, and I checked to make sure that Dad's car was still behind us. Thank god, he was. At least the plan to keep Althea in the middle of the two of them was working out well.
Or not.
“I is a lovin' you face! I is a lovin you face!” Thea and I jumped, Thea swerving a bit in the process, making me scream and wonder what the hell that was before my mind clicked.
“s**t!” I scrambled around for my phone, shaken up by the sudden love proclamation. When the hell did I change my ringtone to that? I mean, it was stupid and something that I would totally do, but s**t, that was terrifying and uncalled for.
Which is also something I do well.
Finally I found it, the source of the infernal noise. Attempting to answer it before it hung up, I fumbled and it was thrown lightly in the air before landing in my lap. Scowling, I picked it up and slid it open, letting out a sigh of relief as the tone stopped. “Hello?”
“Dex! It's Mom.” Oh thank god. It sounded like she was in a remotely good mood, which meant that I wasn't in trouble. Yet. “Tell Althea to pass me, and stay ahead of me. I can't see the road through all the rain.”
Wait, what?
I relayed the order, and Althea nodded, preparing to go. “Tell Mom that her lights are off, and it was getting hard to see her.”
“Your lights aren't working, Mum. We're going to want to check that tomorrow or something.” That was pretty close to what Althea said, right? Considering she wasn't giving me a death glare, that meant it was fine. Or that she was too worried about hitting another poor car as she passed Mom, in which case I'd probably be feeling the pain when we finally settled down for the night.
Mom sounded confused. “Wait, what lights, my brake lights or just the lights?”
I checked. Finally, I could see what Thea was talking about; even when Mom braked, there was no lights at all. Yet another thing that was broken on the motorhome. That wasn't good. Nicht gut? Was that how you said it in German? Huh. “Your lights in general- they won't turn on even when you hit the brakes.”
“So the lights are having issues?” Yeah, they are. Not certain how to explain it though, sorry Mom. Thea would be more competent at that, but there's no way in hell I'm handing you over to her while she's passing you. That'd be asking for disaster.
Thanking everything I could think of that I actually kept that in my head, I answered, “I'll explain it when we stop for the night. It should be fine until then.”
“Okay, sounds good. Next rest stop is where we're staying at for the night, so make sure Althea is watching for it, okay?”
Man, she sounded tired. For her sake, I hoped that there was something soon; she hadn't been sleeping half as well as she should have been, and the last thing I wanted was her exhausting herself. “Okay, Mommy. We'll both be keeping an eye out.”
Seconds later, I hung up the phone, making sure to say 'bye' and 'I love you'. Yeah, I was a hopeless Momma's girl, but damn it, I freaking love my mom, and if I feel like letting her and the world know that, then I would. “Mom said to look for the closest rest stop, and that we'll be stopping there for the night.”
“Thank god,” She responded, relieved, “I'm starving.”
I smothered a laugh at that. “Of course, thinking about your stomach first and foremost.” Then I hesitated, glancing at her hands on the wheel. “You okay with driving in the front in these conditions?”
… What? Yes, I'm annoying as hell, and I may be crazy but I do have a heart. Well. For the most part.
She sent me a sideward look, amused. “What, worried that I'll crash and kill you?” Well. Yes, that sounded pretty accurate. You must be a mind reader. “Don't worry, freak, I'm fine driving like this. Don't you trust me?” The last part was said with a laugh, and I gave her a droll stare.
“No.”
She laughed again, and the subject was dropped in lieu of looking for the damn rest stop. Which was a pretty good thing, because I had a weak bladder, and needed to pee like a demon. Or, I would need to pee like a demon if demon's could pee. Wait, do they?
That stream of thought was cut off when Althea let out a hiss of triumph, and I jumped. “Rest stop in a mile! We are golden.”
I blinked, taking the time to spin my head around wildly, though it really didn't matter- I wouldn't have been able to notice the sign anyways. “Make sure you don't miss it!” I teased, snickering at the indignant look on her face at my remark. Oh yeah. I was going to get it once we got into the motorhome, but it was so worth it. As much as I loved her, I loved antagonizing her even more.
Thankfully, she didn't miss it, and we pulled in, Mom following after us, and them, presumably, Dad and Grey as well. Parking for the first time was difficult; having no idea what to do, she pulled in to a spot next to three large, empty ones, of which Mom quickly filled up one of those. Dad parked right behind her, but it seemed that we were fine where we were. Thea turned off the car, and I jumped out without preamble, nearly forgetting about the rain. I was brought back to reality when the water stormed down on me, and I screeched, running to the motorhome. The bath could wait if it was going to rain this hard.
Mom finally let us in, and for once, Althea, Grey and I put our rivalries away as we piled into the motorhome, thankful to be out of the rain and into a fairly stable place. “Dinner time?” Were the first words out of my sister's mouth in greeting, something that didn't even faze Mom. Nice to know she cared.
“Pee time.” Was her response, all but ignoring my sister's plea. I let out a cheer and followed her to finally get relief for my poor bladder.
By the time we got back, the other three had settled into the motorhome- or, as much as we could, with all the junk that was in there. We were good at shoving things in there, but we seemed to have forgotten the most important thing; places to sit. As so, I made myself comfortable in front of the fridge. The fridge was my friend. And it was comfy, so I was happy.
Grey actually laughed at me, though seconds later he moved to sit next to me, once he was kicked off the couch by Mom so that she could sit there. And such is life.
No one was really in the mood to talk- except for me, of course, because it's me, and I love ranting at nothing in general. (“Did you see the unicorn with the scarecrow on the side of the road today?”) It's no fun when no one else is going to answer, though, so we packed off to bed. Mom and Dad were sharing the couch that pulled down into a bed (See? It's a good thing that Mom decided to cut Dad off until we get the house.), while Thea, Grey and I were in the back, sharing the two twin-sized beds. Being that, well, I'm not going to be vulgar this time. Grey got a bed to himself, since he's a dude, leaving me and Thea to share the other one.
What ensued the rest of the night was an epic game of 'let's see how long it takes to shove Dex off the bed'. I'm pretty positive I only lasted ten minutes. Fun night, here I come.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:19 pm
Preface and chapter one are up! This is extremely rough, as I can already see what I need to change, but I figured that if I went through the trouble of creating the thread, I should post at least one chapter, regardless of how bad it is. xD
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