Hiatus (?)
((I am sorry for my disappearance, followers. Unfortunately my life has become immensely busy, and along with that my computer broke. I have another computer, but it has none of my files, nor does it have Photoshop. :( Luckily it was just that the screen burned out, so I can recover everything.
In the meantime, if you would like to ask questions about the plot and future developments of characters that would be fine. (Unless they uncover spoilers, that is!)
I will surely update with a lot of pages when the computer is fixed.))
EM: Introduce yourself
Your name is DOZE, and you are a member of THE FELT. Currently you are in your ROOM. You have just finished carrying out an IMPORTANT TASK from a HIGHER UP. You’re no longer needed for anything else at the moment, which is a relief considering you’ve been awake for about 23 hours sorting this horrible game thingamajig out. You never really did like videogames, and this does not help the transition at all.
CD: Peek
Well, here goes nothing. You hope that you didn’t destroy anything TOO impor-
…
Wow, this was not what you were expecting.
DD: Create PSYCHE by switching to another character
Sure, why the hell not?
You are once again Clubs Deuce. Currently you are about to peek outside your room to check for possible damage you may have done.
Anonymous asked: hi you're great fsbhdbsfkdbs ohkay done now sorry
((Quick note! Excuse the interruption. I have gotten a few Anons saying they like the story so far. Thanks you so much for the kind words! I read all of them, and you guys are so nice! :) But unfortunately I will not be responding to any more than this, because it requires me to post directly onto the blog. [You’re allowed to reply privately to people who ask from their own blog name, but not to Anons.] Nevertheless thank you for the support.))
DD: Continue down hallway
You shut off the radio, avoiding romance discussions and debates on how many stabs it takes to kill a Felt.
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SS: Go see what that littl-
HB: WHAT THE HECK’S ALL THE RACKET ABOUT
SS: REALLY do you ALWAYS have to scream into the receiver
HB: NOT MY FAULT YER A WUSS
HB: NOW WHAT’S THE RATTLING ABOUT
DD: Most likely Deuce. I’m going to check now.
HB: ALRIGHT
HB: MAKE SURE HE DIDN’T BLOW UP THE PIPING AGAIN
DD: Check on CD
You’re absolutely sure he’s blown something up, the question is what. SLICK hits you up on your radio. Apparently he figured the same thing as you.
SS: What the hell was that?
DD: I’m assuming it has to do with Clubs.
SS: NO SHIT, Sherlock
SS: Shoulda seen it coming, he’s been quiet all day
DD: True.
