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- >You are Anon
- >You're not a city-slicker
- >You used to be
- >Then you built and moved into a cabin in the wilderness
- >The only thing you brought with you was a USB keyboard
- >And a pony
- >A pony named Microsoft Word.
- >Although she preferred to just be called "Word"
- >You felt a bit like a gangstah whenever you addressed her
- >Whatever
- >Or would that be 'whateva'?
- >You shrug and light up a candle, then lean back in a very basic chair
- >You take a swig of your whiskey bottle
- >Glenfidditch, to be precise
- >You'd been inspired by writers of the past, both with the alcohol and becoming a hermit
- >Although your writing tool was a more sophisticated tool for a more sophisticated age
- >Yes, Word was your friend in word processing
- >No distracting Facebook or Skype or harlem shake or whatever
- >Childish as it sounds, people are kind of fucking stupid
- >Your stockpile of tinned beans is magnitudes smarter than the hashtag yoloswaggots that pollute society
- >They sprung into existence years ago, and just never went away
- >Darwin must be rolling so hard in his grave you could connect him to a dynamo and power NYC
- >Whatever
- >Time to get some writing done
- - You are Word pone -
- >Anon calls you over!
- >Finally!
- >He hasn't been doing a lot of writing lately
- >In fact, he's been really out of it for weeks
- >Mostly, that's manifested as moping and grouchiness
- >You've just given him space, for the most part, and done what he asked of you when he did ask something
- >Well, okay, and a few extra pointers when it seemed like he needed it
- >He wasn't happy, but...you can't stand..well, just standing by without doing something
- >He didn't get abusive or directly aggressive, just more prone to drinking, slurring out half-hearted profanities and falling asleep
- >Ah, but maybe it'll be better now
- >After a bit, he puts down the beans, then finishes off the bottle
- >"Alright. Gonna write now."
- "Fucking finally"
- >You mutter under your breath
- >He looks up at you
- >You just shrug
- >He starts typing
- "Anon, you spelled 'rainy' wrong. And 'stormy'"
- >"Yeah yeah, I kn-"
- >He's interrupted by a flash of light
- >Suddenly, there is a winged paperclip floating in the air
- >Clippy Mk. 12
- >He comes along now and then
- >You're not programmed with the exact knowledge, but you know that his appearances have to do with quantum mechanics and pocket dimensions or something
- >>"You look like you're trying to write a dark, angsty and edgy novel! Would you like some help with that?"
- >You recognize why people might find him to be a pain in the ass, but at least he cut through the bullshit and offered to help
- >"No, goddamnit, now fuck off before I get a recycle bin pony."
- >Clippy's eyes widen, and he pops back out of existence as quickly as he'd entered
- >Okay, so Anon's in kind of a sour mood
- >Duh
- >As if that wasn't obvious
- >You decide to keep quiet for a bit, though, see where it goes
- >You let him make his grammatical errors too, without making note of them
- >Although you secretly fix them as he goes on
- >Either he doesn't notice, or he doesn't mind
- >You're surprised that he's able to churn out a page or so, before getting stuck again
- "Hey, you got down a page, that's pretty good. Kudos."
- >He's busy opening a bottle of cheap Jim Beam
- >"It's better than nothing, sure. But it's still disorganized, and I need a better grip of the overall plot, and who the characters are and why they are who they are. The actual, specific scenes are gonna be pretty easy, especially when I figure out each character's ''voice'' so to speak."
- >You nod in agreement
- "Just so long as you don't go all Valar Morghulis, either in-story or regarding your documents."
- >You don't even veil the reprimanding tone of your voice
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