Six minutes ago, Rita1 was in a cafe making a date. Then her stupid thrillseeking ex came back into her life. Then she saw a dragon who acted and sounded just like her get her brains blown out by some wizard. And now this.
Somewhere deep below the neural network that calls itself “Rita”, a tiny subtask is calculating the probability that Tom will have any kind of coherent explanation for this. Even a bad one. It is rapidly converging on zero.
Also I really did not know that Rita1 could scream that loud. Damn.
And finally – this is the fiftieth page! Thanks to everyone who’s been reading this far; I’d love to hear what you folks out there think. If the comment section isn’t working for you (hopefully it is, I think I cleared up some problems it was having), my email is email@example.com, and I’m egypturnash on AIM. Or you could just write a review or critique and post it in your blog; Google will tell me about it pretty quickly!
I’m enjoying this!
It seems to me, though, that Tom is (at best) in the position of Percy Spencer, standing in front of a microwave radar installation and noticing a candy bar melting in his pocket.
YEAH PRETTY MUCH.
It is a very good thing for him that Rita is fundamentally a NICE PERSON rather than a Terminator type. Also that she’s still kinda hot for him. and that I have no interest in drawing dismemberment