Well, there was the 'automatic camera readjustment' she activated before taking the phone call. So yeah, he really didn't see anything below the chin. Didn't stop his imagination though.
And yet another excerpt. I'm slowly but surely catching up. (Emphasis on the slowly)
I've also decided to throw all logic out of the window and just go absolutely 'hit with a 1000-ton hammer from hammerspace' crazy.
Yes, that's an ant who has his own restaurant. It's funny, but I wanted to write something like that way before Nano. I think this is more insane than Creeper or talking Mudcrab merchant. Ok, the Mudcrab comes close, but Scamps were already known to have some intelligence before Creeper.
I also like paragraph, though it didn't make it into the excerpt. Now this is how you can pump your wordcount, describe someone's outfit. Especially the final sentence is a good pumper even though it doesn't mean anything for the story.
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The rest of my wardrobe selection was easy and done within just ten minutes. First, white undergarments to cover torso and thighs for warmth, then white socks with little blue ribbons at the knees and ankles. Black sandals, decorated with a blue bow on top. Blue dress, with white frills and front. A deep green belt with a really big green bow on my back and finally a pair of light pink silken gloves with frilly edges. I entered my bathroom to check myself in the mirror. The first splash of my left foot changed my mind. I made a mental note to call the plumber as soon as I had time. Geez, another brand new bathroom. Did the world think that I had money growing out of my teeth or something?! I would have to settle with having my plug project an image of myself and check it out that way. It was smaller and slightly hazy, but it did have the advantage of being in full 3-d. I gave myself a good long check-up. I was pleased to note that I was in one word, adorable. Or, in forty-six words. Danged adorable and so frillity cute you wanna give me a hug and puke all at the same time cause it just causes major sensory overload that makes your brains explode and your kidneys shrivel up in horror at the pure awesomeness of my perfect outfit.
Ya know, if I saw someone dressed like that, my kidneys would shrivel up in horror, but not because of awesomeness. This is just creepier than a fully pimped barbie doll.
This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Nov 10 2007, 01:00 PM