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The first one’s pissed because somone threw a skull in her pond after she did her spring clean “Does a bear shit in the woods?” “...take your MM scatfic back to AFF.” I’ve managed a couple thousand words so far on a walks into a bar story. Kizzy’s not there; she’s helping at a homeless outreach project instead. Meanwhile at the bar, some bad guys showed up. Dunno if I’ll finish it. Just trying to write more, really. Sit down for a time and try and write something. Maybe I’d be better concentrating on one of my few remaining gorefest re-writes from 2007. Something I could finish at least!

She’s netted a few creepy illustrations too. I now kind of want to see this in a story. Maybe the same one where Kizzy & Co. end up after a mission (which I guess would make it “a seraph, a succubus, a vampire and a werewolf walk into a pub”) It could actually work pretty well right now. Given the government shutdown, there are people literally pooping in the woods in some of our national parks.

Jenny From The Pond because if there’s one thing JayDee likes it’s malevolent water beasties. Hence that half-assed request that led to Pippychick’s brilliant story The Price, available right here on this very archive. It’s also notable as one of only two stories I loaded on fanfiction.net (as Kizurial, since JD and variants were taken.) Thank you for this review! Another case where I always thought another review unlikely. I think it may have been decided that if AFF had a seperate Oral History subdomain section users would end up confused. And thirsty. I guess when your sole reason for existing is to be a warning against getting close enough to water to drown you’re gonna be one creepy water critter. She probably just has a ham, egg, and chips at a riverside pub these days. Thank you! It was always a bit of a challenge to tell a story of some sort in 1000 word limit. There’s definitely a few of them that could have done with more time in the telling. This one sort of boils down to Zach arrives, gets a look at British Teeth, and flees. I mean, it was her favorite rock… Heh, I ought to revisit him someday in another humorous misunderstanding. Perhaps around a wolf in some sort of park back in America. I probably was referencing that – I think I’d boned up on her before writing it, but equally it might just be concid… nah, screw it, I’m taking credit. Thanks again for your review, I ‘preciate it.

No reason to feel such pressure. You might so far be the lone reviewer here on AFF. In total I think the story has gathered feedback from about 8 persons, but a few has reviewed more than one chapter and most important my beta reader has reviewed every chapter. You are right about it being 9k+ words...it is about 9300 words...if I make a guess that would mean it is a bit shorter than my average chapter...

You are literally already in it. Read it, it’s all about you.

I’m sure it’s right. I mean, I can’t count past 10 without taking my shoes off so I take your word for it. Thanks for putting the thought in!

So...remember this? I just realized that as a hemisphere, the height of a dome is equal to its radius, not its diameter, so in order for Luzurial’s head not to be brushing the roof of the dome, the radius of the thing has to be something like 2 meters (about 6 feet 7 inches), which means the diameter is 4 meters (a hair over 13 feet) at the ground level. I apologize for the math-based stupidity from earlier. I’ve gotten better at it over the years, but sometimes basic aspects of geometry still escape me. In case you’re curious, if I’m doing this right, it would mean that assuming Luzurial is 6 feet (1.829 m) tall, then the wings sprout from her shoulders, which according to what I could find online are about 82.1% of the way up your body (1.501 m in her case). At a height of 1.501 m, the diameter of the barrier should be 8 feet 8 inches (2.642 m), so with that 15 foot wingspan, she’d be able to spread them more than halfway, which should allow her to beat them somewhat, though obviously not at full strength, but would also allow her to press them against the walls of the dome. Assuming I didn’t just screw up the math again, that is.