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The epilogue additions were great, and it was important for me that the epilogue did what I wanted it to do -what you said it did for you, basically) so again I thank you for that. I do think Chapter Six is some of the best work of mine you've edited fan-fic wise, and I also agree that of the three,...

“Nightmares end. They shouldn’t end who you are.” –Bob, The Walking Dead TV Series Previous Chapter Epilogue: The Day After First making sure the kitchen was back to relative normalcy, we got ourselves cleaned up, and tossed out our gory, ragged clothes. Hisao then left to check Refia and make a few...

Part III: As I did so, I felt a rush of wind overhead as the other ghoul launched itself, undoubtedly intending to knock me over, but instead catching nothing but air. It sailed awkwardly for a few moments, then landed gracelessly in the snow a couple yards in front of me, seeming no less surprised ...

Part II: “You've got a blow torch and a knife—you'll be fine,” he replied, shrugging as he drew a Molotov from his pocket. Aiming a grim stare at the witch, he added, “Go, before they get too close.” Choking back my grumbling protest, I hefted myself up onto one knee and looked down the hill. A mist...

“Frak this! My soul’s my own, and I’m keeping it!” –Ciaphas Cain –HERO OF THE IMPERIUM Previous Chapter Chapter Six: …A Witch to Live The closer we got to the base of the hill, the tenser Hisao seemed to get. Considering what was waiting for us on the other side, I couldn't blame him. The only probl...

Helbereth wrote:

Hoitash wrote:I'm not completely incompetent at my job

I could beg to differ...


...but, I won't.

Thanks . I think.

Nodding again, I suppressed a shudder; I had seen enough horror movies to know that if I were bitten, I really would want to blow my brains out, or, in this case, slit my throat with a kitchen knife. Since those zombies were created by magic instead of some kind of unlikely disease, I would take my...

awkward four-legged gate unnaturally fast Gait* missed that one, sorry. There's a few other hiccups that could have been ironed out with a second pass, but it's still passable. I give it a B+. When things have settled down send me a pm and I will work my LITERARY POWERS OF AWESOME to make it better...

Part III: Tearing my gaze away from the squad bearing down on me, I turned to watch the cocktail fly. Hurtling through the air practically in slow motion, the light from the burning wick illuminated the gaunt, haunted face of the lead zombie, putting it into enough relief that I could almost imagine...

Part II: After having nearly been pulled to the ground by the weight of the festering undead, Hisao stood with a hand over his heart and the other at his neck, breathing heavily. Keeping the knife, along with the gore-stained poker, pointed away to try and keep his coat clean, he panted visibly, the...

“The way things are, we're always in a graveyard.” –Mike, The Walking Dead: Season 2 Previous Chapter Chapter Five: Thou Shalt Not Suffer… The last time I had helped Hisao deal with something straight out of a gothic novel, it was raining, we were armed with weapons I had no doubt were illegally own...

Part II: “We’re gonna need the cheapest bottle of vodka you have, some rags, lighters, some empty beer bottles, the fireplace poker, some kitchen knives, anything sharp and silver—letter opener, maybe? And… that’s all I can think of.” Whenever I hear of Molotov cocktails, I always think of this old...

griffon8 wrote:Found the error I mentioned to you:

We’ll show her what happens when you piss of Hisao Nakai.

Obviously, not in the place I thought it was.

Indeed, but, found and fixed all the same .

It took Hisao and I a few minutes Hisao and me Whoops. Fixed. No other complaints - I don't know enough about making Molotov cocktails to judge you in that department ;-) Well, ideally he'd use packing peanuts and gasoline, but he didn't have the time or materials for that. ...Hey, I just know stuff.

Part III: Getting up quietly, I fetched the requested mug and handed it to Hisao. After carefully pouring the cocoa from the pot into the mug, he walked over next Refia. Gently blowing on the mug’s contents a few times, he placed it in front of her, then, picking up the can of whipped cream, he made...