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Brilliant! But there are only two Thursdays left !!!

EinBein wrote:Brilliant! But there are only two Thursdays left !!!

What day is it? Anyone know?

A bunch of stuff is in the editing process. Next Thursday is officially Thursday™ and should have a ton of new material, along with some minor tweaks.

Agamemnon wrote:A bunch of stuff is in the editing process. Next Thursday is officially Thursday™ and should have a ton of new material, along with some minor tweaks.

EinBein wrote:

Agamemnon wrote:A bunch of stuff is in the editing process. Next Thursday is officially Thursday™ and should have a ton of new material, along with some minor tweaks.

GET HYPE!

nemedeus wrote:

EinBein wrote:

Agamemnon wrote:A bunch of stuff is in the editing process. Next Thursday is officially Thursday™ and should have a ton of new material, along with some minor tweaks.

GET HYPE!

ONE MORE DAY!

Proofing going on as I type this

Fair warning. There's a nontrivial chance that Thursday™ may be Friday™ in this instance. I just remembered I have a bunch of medical stuff tomorrow. I'll keep you posted.

Agamemnon wrote:Fair warning. There's a nontrivial chance that Thursday™ may be Friday™ in this instance. I just remembered I have a bunch of medical stuff tomorrow. I'll keep you posted.

Duly noted

Besides, it's always Thursday somewhere.

This update could be published by Alpha Centauri standards for all we know.

Benedict wrote:Besides, it's always Thursday somewhere.

This update could be published by Alpha Centauri standards for all we know.

don't jinx it!

nemedeus wrote:don't jinx it!

Nah, it will be here soon™.

Until it comes.


youtu.be/Tna0Mmu1XlI

♪♫ The sky will fall, the earth will pray,
When judgment comes to claim its day. ♫♪

Beneath the brush, he lies. His neck stiff. His arms tingling and numb from discomfort. Still, he resists movement a few more moments. Shards of bright sunlight pierce through the leaves above, dancing in the light breeze upon the dirt below. He glances for the hundredth time at the spot. Branches blur before his eyes as the dappled forest floor fades again into focus. His trap, hidden as he is beneath a pile of leaves, placed as carefully as possible to offer the impression they were strewn without any care at all. The wind picks up, rustling the treetops and rattling the branches high above. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he shifts his position, almost imperceptibly, but enough to bring a few short minutes of blessed relief.

He recalled the words whispered to him by the Red Killer, a fellow hunter more experienced than himself. "Shhhhhhh." he'd been chastised "You'll scare it off. It be a timid little beast."

On previous days it had evaded him, leaving behind naught but tracks and droppings. Once, he was certain he had glanced it from the corner of his eye. But yet, to no avail. This time, however, he was sure. It would not be long before it would pass ahead of him, unable to resist the temptation laid upon the trap. And that will be the point it is sprung.

Soon, soon, it would be his...

FortPwnall wrote:Beneath the brush, he lies. His neck stiff. His arms tingling and numb from discomfort. Still, he resists movement a few more moments. Shards of bright sunlight pierce through the leaves above, dancing in the light breeze upon the dirt below. He glances for the hundredth time at the spot. Branches blur before his eyes as the dappled forest floor fades again into focus. His trap, hidden as he is beneath a pile of leaves, placed as carefully as possible to offer the impression they were strewn without any care at all. The wind picks up, rustling the treetops and rattling the branches high above. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he shifts his position, almost imperceptibly, but enough to bring a few short minutes of blessed relief.

He recalled the words whispered to him by the Red Killer, a fellow hunter more experienced than himself. "Shhhhhhh." he'd been chastised "You'll scare it off. It be a timid little beast."

On previous days it had evaded him, leaving behind naught but tracks and droppings. Once, he was certain he had glanced it from the corner of his eye. But yet, to no avail. This time, however, he was sure. It would not be long before it would pass ahead of him, unable to resist the temptation laid upon the trap. And that will be the point it is sprung.

Soon, soon, it would be his...

LOL You crazy bastard(said with much admiration)

Why does that scene make me think of turkey hunting in West Virginia?