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YWS 3.O

Griffinkeeper · 2006-07-26T06:50:05Z

YWS 3.0 Grif looked out into space. He was alone on the bridge of the new YWS-3. The YWS-3 wasn't very tall for a space ship. It was very wide, with wings that were spread out in a gentle downward curve. The shape of it resembled a book that was wide open. Grif frowned as he monitored his poetic energy. It was unusually high, which probably explained the bad analogy. He dismissed the screen and brought back the forum monitors with his hand. The forum was quiet, most of the members had gone to bed a while ago. The creative energy from their minds was feeding the engines of YWS-3, creating a gentle humming sound. Not all the members were asleep though. Dargquon Ql'deleodna (known affectionately as DQ) was still wide awake. He was an insomniac. He didn't know what he did when he was up this late. Grif had seen some chatroom chatter, suggesting that DQ had a new pair of boxer shorts. Grif shook his head and decided he didn't want to know. Behind him the door opened. He turned to see who it was. Nate was standing in the door, his eyes closed. "¡Senor Marquez!" he called. "Sir?" Grif asked. "¡Senor Marquez!" Nate said, moving towards the control panel. "Necesito hablar contigo despúes de la pelicula." "What the heck is going on Nate?" Grif asked. "¿Qué hables?" Nate said, cocking his head towards the chair. He leaned in close and put his ear to the arm of the chair. "¿Prefieres que destruyo YWS-3? ¿Por qué Senor Marquez? Tengo muchos amigos aquí," Nate said to the chair. "No, don't destruyo anything," Grif said. "Bien, si tu quieres," Nate said, as a section of the monitor came up. It was covered in red and read "Self Destruct." Grif saw this and threw himself at Nate. Both of them hit the deck hard. "Wha- Grif? What are you doing?" Grif got off of Nate. "I could ask you the same question. Why the hell were you talking to the chair in that gibberish!" "Did I call it Sarah?" "No." "Then I have no idea," Nate said, before leaving the bridge. Grif looked at his watch. Another forty minutes on watch, then Dusky would come in.

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Mon Aug 14, 2006 8:07 pm

Snoink says... · Mon Aug 14, 2006 8:07 pm

Probably when he's not grounded from the internet. XD

Okay, maybe I'll let him on, if he doesn't bite...

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