Twitter Recap
"SHIT! THINK BUDDY.." Okay. He thought. Doc won't send in the
paperwork right away.. That should give me at most eight hours. My name
won't appear on the list for at least 30 hours. What am I going to do
about the work papers?
Buddy looked to his desk and grinned. After digging around for a few
seconds he found what he was looking for. A few years back Buddy worked
for a villain named Forge. He taught Buddy the basics of changing around
official documentation. Standard stuff. If he was lucky, it should work
on his work papers.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
The Throwaways A Twitter Novel
Here are tonight's tweets...
Buddy felt he was the exception to that rule. He proved it, by out performing henchmen three times younger and stronger than him regularly.
When Buddy got the result back from his latest test and it read P.U.P. (PHYSICALLY UNABLE to PERFORM) you could have knocked him over with a paper fan.
"FUCK!" Buddy moaned. He read the results again.
"IT IS OUR RECOMMENDATION THAT EDWARD BUDDY RANGNOLI BE PUT ON THE PHYSICALLY UNABLE TO PERFORM LIST EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY. "
"HEY! RANGO." Came the call from outside the doorway. "ARE YOU COMING OLD MAN? THE ROLL CALL BUZZER JUST SOUNDED."
Standing in the doorway a tall kid, goofy looking, strong and very loyal. His name, Clancy Baker. Everyone called him The Mouth. He got the nickname, for a couple reasons. He never shut up and he could chew the head of a hammer off.
"I HEARD IT CLANCY. I'LL MEET YOU THERE." Buddy replied.
"OKAY!" Mouth didn't picking up on Buddy's irritation.
"I WAS TALKING TO HARDY AND HE SAID THAT FOREMAN WAS IN ONE OF HIS MOODS AND THAT..."
Buddy glared at his friend standing in the doorway. "CLANCY, I SAID I WOULD BE THERE!."
"YOUR FUNERAL." Mouth replied as he turned and left.
Buddy felt he was the exception to that rule. He proved it, by out performing henchmen three times younger and stronger than him regularly.
When Buddy got the result back from his latest test and it read P.U.P. (PHYSICALLY UNABLE to PERFORM) you could have knocked him over with a paper fan.
"FUCK!" Buddy moaned. He read the results again.
"IT IS OUR RECOMMENDATION THAT EDWARD BUDDY RANGNOLI BE PUT ON THE PHYSICALLY UNABLE TO PERFORM LIST EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY. "
"HEY! RANGO." Came the call from outside the doorway. "ARE YOU COMING OLD MAN? THE ROLL CALL BUZZER JUST SOUNDED."
Standing in the doorway a tall kid, goofy looking, strong and very loyal. His name, Clancy Baker. Everyone called him The Mouth. He got the nickname, for a couple reasons. He never shut up and he could chew the head of a hammer off.
"I HEARD IT CLANCY. I'LL MEET YOU THERE." Buddy replied.
"OKAY!" Mouth didn't picking up on Buddy's irritation.
"I WAS TALKING TO HARDY AND HE SAID THAT FOREMAN WAS IN ONE OF HIS MOODS AND THAT..."
Buddy glared at his friend standing in the doorway. "CLANCY, I SAID I WOULD BE THERE!."
"YOUR FUNERAL." Mouth replied as he turned and left.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
The Throwaways
Is the start of a Twitter novel! That's right The Throwaways my failed
attempt at a NaNoWri story is now gonna (most likely be a failed) Twitter novel.
Here's a recap of what I've tweeted:
The Throwaways by P.B.DeBerry is my failed NaNoWriMo story turned into a Twitter Novel.
Buddy Rango hated these visits. Everyone did.The dreaded physical. In Buddy's case. The job called for a physical every few days. It had become regular routine. Show up, turn and cough. Pretend you see butterflies an not rampaging robots when taking Rorschach exam. It was a pain. Fail any part of the examine you didn't get the job. Luckily super-serums and gene manipulation keep his body young and fit. The examines had gotten tougher the last few years. So it seemed. An unwritten rule of being a henchmen was that it was a young man job.
Here's a recap of what I've tweeted:
The Throwaways by P.B.DeBerry is my failed NaNoWriMo story turned into a Twitter Novel.
Buddy Rango hated these visits. Everyone did.The dreaded physical. In Buddy's case. The job called for a physical every few days. It had become regular routine. Show up, turn and cough. Pretend you see butterflies an not rampaging robots when taking Rorschach exam. It was a pain. Fail any part of the examine you didn't get the job. Luckily super-serums and gene manipulation keep his body young and fit. The examines had gotten tougher the last few years. So it seemed. An unwritten rule of being a henchmen was that it was a young man job.
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