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charameiStarkle, starkle, little twink!
Nothing wrong with me, I think
Though all my jums are wordled in a jam,
I'm not as mad as thinkle peep I am...
So, I'm meant to be writing a 300-word pitch for my BBC application, using Dora and Charles (two minor characters in Chester's world). And then I need to do my creativity test, and rewrite my application according to some information I found while looking up how to pitch to the BBC.
Which is all great, but, but...
I'm at That Chapter in Atlanta Nights, you know, the randomly-generated one. And the guy who did the dramatic reading has managed what I never could and found the generator that was used to 'write' it.
I maaaaay have put Ch 2 of First Steps through it. For great lulz!
Some of it is garbage, some of it is oddly predictive of the plot to come (which is... good? I guess?), and some of it is really quite deep.
Tiny bare feet connects with Snail's cheek and knocks on its not as it glides over to this new pad for nearly a set of them: he does so, hitting it by the buffet and glides along, its evil all the way up there, and it's not return.
Maybe I'll eat you.
The sound echoes around the corridor.
He doesn't think He was born, the cables snaking into an eternity of a Loom, worked out As he has blotted exactly one howl becomes a dozen, the nursery looks around, confirming this; but being now that he's warm safety and force them just six inches of the signs above him, there But they went.
But what if he stays here I'm going up to hide while trying to bear down on them are marked 'CRISIS BIRTH'.
His legs still playing, looping endlessly; he has an almighty crash.
A door splinters into nothing; beyond it, Snail proceeds cautiously, heading back towards the buffet table We might get eaten, too, and has a rendition of the central stairwell.
He has seen something like the inside of his brother.
Flabbaduckarusa's face they belong to, but he shows no sign of dark wooden faceless thing rounds the floor and Snail looks around, confirming this; but he shows no further; he can already see from the seventh floor, and wait for a moment, then if he is torn.
Behind him sobbing a rendition of the bundle and begins to wriggle again; as Snail stands transfixed, all floppy; he sees the way up helps.
Snail goes over there, Flabbaduckarusa flat against the building.
There is an almighty crash.
A Loomling's Guide to him.
They went to his genetic code.
In a tone that until he has blotted exactly one Loom, its comforting spicy smell still there...
But Flabbaduckarusa woke him up.
He supposes that he is rapidly becoming the first saw the inside of his biodonors kicks at his eyes fall on the oncoming shadow, Snail says.
I'm Snail.
I'm here Snail looks down at every door swings open copy of one of evil Loomling-snatching robot monster, and pulls him down.
But Flabbaduckarusa woke up a muffled voice says from the pad.
The very last twenty transmats.
They went to wriggle.
I think it's a long, long long minute Besides, he gets there?
Maybe...
maybe even a long, long long minute he is rapidly becoming the first saw the maintenance hatch is empty at all, whereas most of doorframe and naked and relatively safe, all whereas you're...
normal.
Something about the seventh floor.
Snail says, keeping his new friend yet...
But they are several laminated handouts showing labelled cross-sections of the various fruit and nonresponsive – dead.
Snail has gone to find when it's done, that it has the same identifier on the floor.
There is a familiar swishing sound, and they have all either disappeared or maybe even more slowly than before, his crying friend...
or it's gone too, no wait.
A door splinters topped with Snail's cheek You said you The last, muffled words he used to feel funny from all those wires are supposed to move away from directly the grown-ups?
It's probably the best help, where he's gone; he hears as Snail was, and get him.
There is a thousand, spread out by himself.
He catches one foot on the same floor must be some location will probably eat his new friend's waist.
Well, you can, he used to stop and now that last injustice, Snail catches a deep, animal level that they've been painted; its all so the roar comes from upstairs it's scared away a look, he is torn.
Behind him because he's got people in a brightly-coloured pattern of such fear and fed and a defeated voice grows in his life, and turn it does so overpowering is curious and mechanics benches.
Snail grabs Flabbaduckarusa's hand relaxes enough of the side-door of the room, mixing with no thought in his hand away, but it is nowhere in their place; and takes a huge, faceless way, and how was right.
It's some deep-seated instinct catches sight of the mess, and Snail looks around the horrible things right now, but he can't quite place how to organise it; he gets closer to the last twenty transmats.
They clearly weren't meant to find the note carefully on the bend; it He's just no space, and alone and now that litter the wailing becoming louder and did not to get its attention, knocks him backwards.
Get off but can't find when it's done, that he's vaguely aware real idea where everyone is...
Well, someone's got them, and how spiky, and Flabbaduckarusa has ever – no, wait.
A Loomling's Guide to sort it while trying to surface since he was not a circle...
To his surprise, the ground, and hungry, and rips his decision almost instantly.
The mess they seemed steep endless stairs but if he stays here to help.
The mess they have been.
Whatever that either; it and fills his brother's pile of dark wood, now remembering the grown-ups are?
The Drudge puts them again.
Snail goes back towards the relative quiet Snail thinks he thinks, and it's going on or even really really hard not to see it as his new friend.
So...
you'll come to the Thing that Adventure is a bang, and the next to a knot of dark wood, now on its head towards him.
It even smells comforting; a grown-up.
When this does so, hitting it by the horrible sounds coming from directly the other Loomling's crying He hops onto one of the various fruit and turn it is rapidly learning that doors that litter the nursery looks up at me again.
That means he'll have been.
Whatever that until he guesses nearly a thousand, spread out that Adventure is not a single item on the harp, some kind of tools – despite the horrible things here; not to have.
It's lonely, and then, with rather more gibberish about the way just to save his balance, and are soon fast asleep.
/\/\/\
Snail writes a list of the Loom, and although it is, and they're not as if they seemed steep on the Thing, and now he's stuck, and...
There is silence for adults and turn it glides along, its computer, and begins to take them away and don't pull the door and realises that if I can already see the oncoming shadow, Snail is not the Thing.
The Thing upstairs it's scared lost and is on the floor gasping for an alternative.
He begins to kick even more slowly than before, his touch, whereas you're...
normal.
Something about the wall in his voice.
If anything, the pair of him because he hasn't quite place how they look for adults and yet it wasn't working, anyway.
The Thing is confronted by the horrible hypnotic mannequin notices him, turns, and he has a Loomling says, I don't think there's a lot scarier than ever, and he has almost done a full of clothes.
Snail backs away.
You've got them, and alone and they're not only from the bottom; huge and confusing, and it's that have happened to the one he finds the waver is not so fun any more.
The corridors are not.
They must have gone to them, Flabbaduckarusa has fallen on Flabbaduckarusa's chest that he stays here I'm going to get him.
There is a metallic scraping that have happened and where have all the grown-ups gone?
They're all he wants to go and get near it is, and the terror and leans down But what are they look from his brother's pile of dark wood, now but he ever scared and alone and wondering what happened to the Drudge - his Drudge inclines its got people in the Drudge, which looks down Whoever's up to it He feels...
safe.
Secure.
Sleepy...
The door shuts behind him, gently but to get away...
he says.
I can't.
I'm stuck.
To illustrate his arms around dashing back He begins to wriggle again; as the Thing howls.
The Thing is rapidly learning that he's vaguely aware real person, so if they move away but somehow cannot shake his feet hurt And it This one floor; the mannequin notices the pair of the others have resisted slightly.
Perhaps the bottom; huge square mountains rising into Paradise.
Paradise a brother, toys have spilled out a game and a muffled voice wavers, Who's there?
It's all that running, and confusing, and inexplicably miserable, with the Thing's cacophony, but it's hard not to have been trying to a corner, apparently content to be sure.
Eventually it with no sign of evil Loomling-snatching robot monster, and when Snail glances through before finally, the horrible hypnotic mannequin of dark wooden splinters, topped with one sickening, splintering crunch the mannequin notices the pair of the others have gone to the world; with warm green-blue walls and just as even stranger, but also Adventure, a grown-up now it's got co-ordination sorted out at full tilt and guzzle their food down.
By the time than Flabbaduckarusa says, and he hurries over to grab a plate.
The seventh floor the seventh.
More random and is that somewhere above him.
He wonders about the way down, it terrifies him It even more slowly than before, his Loom.
They are all the grown-ups gone?
They're all right.
Shut up, Snail is so relieved to lead the people who came up there, anyway, when one of the nursery.
He is sure Eventually it is cold floor as it glides over to see the sixth floor, and pats the warm wood now standing just wandering about it if he must be like.
He retraces the information that list to indicate that he dashes straight up there, something unimaginably horrible, but there are you doing in there?
The codes are no longer exerting himself, he's colder than five minutes ago, but also Adventure, a familiar swishing sound, and how to Snail's inexpert eye, the cold floor and now locked tight.
That hurt.
And anyway, it is curious and fed and the next speaks, the mannequin's arms around its gone to be coming from directly at a single item on his nose, and quite comfortable as though you're making fun of the consoles; they made with tears again.
What's the running but otherwise identical to recover his eyes fall away, twisting and Flabbaduckarusa has seen the way he says.
It looks as he can.
From inside the Loom and a single item on his nerves.
He can hear another sound; a single item on his nerves.
He doesn't think I can From inside of a few minutes seem to pound again Snail grabs hold of his biodonors kicks Flabbaduckarusa, who's been painted; its body.
There aren't that they belong to a full circuit of life are you going up there, anyway, when he runs into a defeated voice firm with a lopsided Drudge's head, cracked almost instantly.
The wooden faceless way, and begins to Snail's ears until there is nothing compared to go on the way away from the pad.
The seventh floor and now on its comforting spicy scent that seems to him since he was born in.
The mess they look from the relative quiet Snail goes back to the various fruit and observes that some location will make itself is - - not to trip over them.
Nearby, very last one sickening, splintering crunch the buffet table when it if a ghastly splintering crunch the grown-ups were a few of them eat nothing compared to pick them Flabbaduckarusa says, although he doesn't seem entirely sure about a sticky, crumby mess and what used to lead the list of the status of concentric circles, giving the door, and it's that they've only trying too old to make this through, before his hearts beginning to have been Whatever that moment of grown-ups couldn't stop and a scary Drudge, and utter carnage in a brightly-coloured pattern of grown-ups couldn't stop and a brother, toys and food is indeed labelled; not a single muscle in to untangle him...
Snail hesitates, then he might as well do is sleep.
All he knows is that some location will take him in agony, and thinks, suddenly, that will actually move away from the bottom; huge faceless mannequin slides into a run in the idea of getting news from it.
Just as Snail thinks and pats the bottom; huge square mountains rising into a run in the wall, which opens to help him, he should just outside the Loomling says, I am.
Well, how are you going to be on the other, loses his nerves.
He begins to this new friend.
So...
you'll come back and containing all gone to the Loomling says, I won't go home – wherever that is open and a couple of how to go home – wherever that is clearly dangerous.
Going near it again.
He is sure about a display of toolsets, building full of that.
The corridors are safely opposite the legs for a moment.
He doesn't think anyone can hear the information that this is nowhere in Flabbaduckarusa's fist.
He goes back to the inside, and observes that if he hasn't quite place how they look back.
The seventh floor when he can think you can, he can hear the other boy thinking this floor.
Snail grabs Flabbaduckarusa's hand away, but it's hard to be coming from the lab and bizarre.
I am.
Well, how was I don't think there's a moment, then he might be right.
Snail says.
I will, Snail looks around, confirming this; but there must be where everyone is...
Well, someone's got some stupid Looms have all either it has seen something in to save his Loom.
They must have transmatted up to find an unlocked room with warm wood with the giant cushions on the crying is upstairs, it's scared He's already hazy and cakes as it moves to find a glimpse of those toys and food and everything.
It's probably eat his perseverance pays off in different directions.
Shaking, he realises, that litter the way up He's gone They're all the grown-ups are?
The corridors are sore where all the only people too lazy or too old to reveal rows of his biodonors kicks at his voice.
If being born the idea that this is not so fun any more.
The kicking stops.
You kicked me.
I know that.
I have to, the realisation that they've been hastily evacuated.
The seventh floor There is coming from, except that he has been trying really, really am stuck, though – and fading, stirs.
He lays the rest of golden stuff .
There is a name, gone he is cold and more gibberish about atomic weight limits, before he bumps into ever-tighter knots about and Snail wakes disoriented, terrified and he knows where he's come from and vegetables, and scared, and glides over to it would be coming from and how was I think.
He could go no further; he was right.
It's some ways, this When he must get all the nearby Looming House is stuck fast; Snail is surprised to bear down on them Snail has gone, too, no space, and although it for what little he dashes straight up and immediately obvious as he tip-toes around the central column of those toys and food is indeed labelled; not very sure of that.
The door shuts behind him, gently but there must have run in the Thing, and he says, Oh.
Then, feeling faintly dislocated, as he can.
From inside It's another sound; a game and when Snail goes over into the impression of the signs above him, there It's all that running, and don't pull at me Snail backs away, rubbing his mind.
The mention of nightclothes, just no space, and get him.
There is silence for his crying is coming from that Flabbaduckarusa will never get all the best help, where they went.
But what if he keeps chewing, and a chunk of this?
The boy sighs.
All right.
Try not to get him.
There are a little.
Suddenly, Adventure is not only that, but just as they run.
By the time they've turned enough of the horrible things that have all either it has rounded the other side of them open leaking dense clouds of short, plump legs for a circle...
To his surprise, the Thing howls.
The boy sighs.
All right.
Try not You kicked me.
I suppose I don't think anyone can bear it is overwhelmingly negative.
Snail was, and squeaky.
I know that.
I don't think is how big it is only the realisation that they've only poke fun of him onwards.
Short of re-entering the cables snaking into an eternity of the signs above the doors, so hitting it he does, however, remember to his brother, and the doors, closed and it's all so big and angry and cold, and he's trying to surface since he first Then he keeps scrolling.
Stasis, stasis, stasis...
the best help, where have all the people though.
If I can't find a grown-up now he's stuck, and...
There aren't that far away...
He hops onto the pad, squeezes his mind.
The sound echoes around dashing back towards the Loomling out.
He's mostly stuck and...
There aren't that he can From inside of a few of dark wood, now that he's warm green-blue walls and someone scared, lost and alone.
If you're the Thing, he says normal makes Snail bristle, but no real Time Lords The Drudge takes them You're leaving?
the cables snaking into a sticky, crumby mess and what it is, and pulls him gently but the warm and quite enough, he first saw the note carefully on the Thing's howls fading as Snail thinks and pats the relative quiet Snail wakes disoriented, terrified and get him.
There aren't that interesting is somewhere above him.
He doesn't think there's a few of dark wood, now the Thing is upstairs, it's scared of this?
The wriggling stops, the running but the warm and fed and his tummy's starting to – hey, they've labelled all the ground, and other assorted toys.
Some ancient memory from one but it hasn't?
What are you There's a while ago, and now he's stuck, and...
There is a lot scarier than while hiding in with the pad and pats the corridor.
He tries to indicate that indicates supreme patience, the Thing howls.
The mess they run.
By the time than Flabbaduckarusa to be able to take them and the note carefully around the floor.
There is a look, he doesn't want to do you know where all that running, and pats the Drudge.
The Thing upstairs suddenly increases in different directions.
Shaking, he drops that last injustice, Snail pulls his chest that somewhere above him, there are several laminated handouts showing labelled not only people in the Drudge's body, spreading downwards, branching, raising in its computer, and as he lands, clinging to take them downstairs; steep, endless stairs that fall away, twisting and a chunk of Your Body: A Loomling's Guide to sort his life so dizzy - He catches one of the boy asks, his new friend.
So...
you'll come from and how was born on the upper floors, cold floor as many different directions.
Shaking, he keeps scrolling.
Stasis, stasis, stasis...
the people who came up there, something else.
It's more natural, and angry and a muffled words he can see the oncoming shadow, Snail thinks he supposes, and takes a moment before he bumps into place at random, and as Snail thinks they're going on or make them You're leaving?
the screen he hurries over to one of all so big and angry and the long, low buffet table that runs into a set of the bundle and begins to bear down on this floor, and found Adventure is not quite enough, he recalls; they run.
By the time than Flabbaduckarusa says, and thinks, suddenly, that Thing is Paradise, a lot of people who came up to this floor and found Adventure in their lives and now that far away...
He is sure he has blotted exactly one he was born, met Family, went home, started school three hours later'.
Snail's not coming back.
He doesn't think he will you?
The door shuts it and vegetables, and fading, stirs.
He goes back There aren't that far away...
He has seen something like 'Flabbaduckarusa' to the one he was born, the mess, and it is a bang, and yet it is a set of clothes, and cold, and a defeated voice firm with rather more than five minutes to untangle him...
Snail stares at the legs aching and hungry, and wait for it, with his head but to wriggle again; as being in He thinks he hears as he closes the rest of this?
The door shuts behind him, gently but it is a familiar swishing sound, and sidles for it, with their meal out, or it's gone Snail says, keeping his balance, and backs out.
As he reaches up to keep going thumpa-thumpa loudly in his stomach although he doesn't seem entirely sure he has no real idea of how to it and flanked by the buffet table when he runs for it, with rather more painful to escape, and cakes as they run.
By the time their tummies are safely opposite the inside, and terrifying.
If being born met Family, went But there's a foot, which looks down at his brother's pile of dark wood, now the Thing howls.
The Drudge inclines its computer, and more gibberish about atomic weight limits, before they disappeared...
there Maybe...
maybe even a display of them: he tip-toes around the Drudge's middle of the other boy's body is a brother, toys Some of two compound eyes staring off and he knows is confronted by the buffet table that he can find.
They clearly weren't meant to wait for it, with it comes from upstairs it's scared and alone and wondering where everyone is...
Well, someone's got to be more than Flabbaduckarusa did earlier.
He tugs Flabbaduckarusa will make really sure, and disappears into tears Tiny bare feet are sore where he is, and crash about, and There is not far away...
He has an idea that if he realises, that there was born on the floor now; remembering the inside of the floor below it is overwhelmingly negative.
Snail calls.
I'm not to trip over to grab a plate.
The boy is heading back his new friend down on the Drudge - his Drudge takes them Nearby, very last one of the Thing comes from upstairs it's scared away a heavy, spicy smell still feel funny from all the grown-ups are?
The Drudge takes a plate from the button as Snail thinks he can find an insult, so far.
He sits up, and cakes as hard as they move away from the console forgotten, the running but also because he's got some stupid Looms have run in twain by pure chance.
There's that list to him since he was right.
It's some tools or experiment subjects or even really a friend So...
you'll come from and as Snail is so overpowering is a writing notes, got people in with the grown-ups?
It's probably get eaten.
He doesn't think is how long those wires are you doing in there?
The seventh floor and guzzle their tummies are The sensation he gets there?
Maybe...
maybe even a display of white double doors, like the inside the Loom and a game and pauses to pick them home.
The Drudge takes a plate Snail glances through its skirt.
It looks as he tip-toes around Some ancient memory already hazy and his feet connects with rather more natural, and as he knows he's on Flabbaduckarusa's chest that he jolts back in.
There aren't that he thinks suddenly, that Thing is not quite enough, he notices the corridor is open and lonely, and it is an almighty crash.
A door splinters topped with his head but to help, rather like the Thing's mouth.
His interest piqued, he thinks, then shuts it and, unsure of what it is, and cushions on a deep, animal level that far away...
He thinks that they've only people in Flabbaduckarusa's fist.
He supposes that runs down if he ever scared and alone and wondering what happened and where he is, and terrifying.
If being born the idea where the rubbish from their meal has gone, too, no space, and pats the cables snaking into ever-tighter knots about it if he stays here Snail looks down at every door shut, some deep-seated instinct catches a glimpse of dark wood, now and as a home The clothes fit perfectly.
He knew he can think that Flabbaduckarusa looks at him in it.
He's just because he begins to the Loom and a start, he knows where the crying and it's that he dashes straight up a while we wait for the other Loomling's crying friend...
or maybe even more slowly grinding through its pages, then his eyes staring off me!
Snail is so Snail thinks he can he says.
I can't.
I'm stuck.
To his surprise, the only people though.
If I can't find that doors like nothing but vegetables and someone's left an alternative.
He can go home – wherever that is and how to organise it; he notices two things going up there, anyway, when Snail reaches up to this floor and the ground, opens to reveal a cupboard full of clothes.
Snail looks around the central stairwell.
He knew he used to pick them again.
Snail says.
I suppose I will, Snail stands transfixed, all the food reminds Snail pulls his way to be a miserable keening, and it can't take them home.
If someone stronger.
A door splinters topped with as many different sweets and cakes as he gets closer to wait for a moment.
He taps on his nose, and pulls as he can.
From inside of his new friend and it's not comprehending.
With all so big and lonely, and force them eat nothing Snail has ever – no, wait.
A grown-up...
fat chance.
He can hear its thoughts at full tilt and where he's gone; he got scared.
He's already in its going to take them You're leaving?
the information that if they're back just because he got to be slaves or been murdered.
There's got a name, gone to look from the best help, where the crying friend...
or maybe even stranger, but the warm becomes unbearably hot and sweaty; his voice.
If he goes on and looking around.
Some ancient memory already hazy and his feet are sore where he is, and they're not fair; those toys have anticipated, he can think anyone can see past the transmat pad, barely registering it is, and takes a bang, and put his hearts, and backs away and force of whatever destroyed it.
This strikes Snail grabs hold of him turn around, dashing back just because he's got them, and terrifying.
If you're the room.
The food is - - not far, just a little bit more scary; more natural, and picks his body that Thing is rapidly learning that they've only that, but also because he hasn't quite enough, he considers a ghastly splintering crunch the nursery.
He could go far.
I'm not far behind him.
His legs still feel funny from all whereas you're...
normal.
Something does respond, though; something big and inexplicably miserable, with rather more natural, and he'll only the realisation that must be if the floor when he runs down the door.
Snail has icing on Flabbaduckarusa's chest that he notices the pad and flails wildly than before, only trying too no doubt cleaned up to find himself looking at a knot of the signs above the doors, so relieved to sort his perseverance pays off and he will ever have anticipated, he can think there's a large hemispherical room, with warm green-blue walls and wait for his crying friend...
or experiment subjects or maybe even told me Snail backs away from directly the terror and is rewarded by myself, but just as they move right now, and someone scared, lost and alone.
If anything, the room.
Signs of one of nightclothes, just the one a few feet further around the longest possible amount of evil Loomling-snatching robot monster, and his feet connects with warm green-blue walls and above them, cupboards – a glimpse of twisty stairwell.
He begins to the right It's some ways, this through, before slipping inside.
It's another minute.
Besides, he has almost instantly.
The Drudge retires to get near it again.
He sits up, ...
Nothing wrong with me, I think
Though all my jums are wordled in a jam,
I'm not as mad as thinkle peep I am...
So, I'm meant to be writing a 300-word pitch for my BBC application, using Dora and Charles (two minor characters in Chester's world). And then I need to do my creativity test, and rewrite my application according to some information I found while looking up how to pitch to the BBC.
Which is all great, but, but...
I'm at That Chapter in Atlanta Nights, you know, the randomly-generated one. And the guy who did the dramatic reading has managed what I never could and found the generator that was used to 'write' it.
I maaaaay have put Ch 2 of First Steps through it. For great lulz!
Some of it is garbage, some of it is oddly predictive of the plot to come (which is... good? I guess?), and some of it is really quite deep.
Tiny bare feet connects with Snail's cheek and knocks on its not as it glides over to this new pad for nearly a set of them: he does so, hitting it by the buffet and glides along, its evil all the way up there, and it's not return.
Maybe I'll eat you.
The sound echoes around the corridor.
He doesn't think He was born, the cables snaking into an eternity of a Loom, worked out As he has blotted exactly one howl becomes a dozen, the nursery looks around, confirming this; but being now that he's warm safety and force them just six inches of the signs above him, there But they went.
But what if he stays here I'm going up to hide while trying to bear down on them are marked 'CRISIS BIRTH'.
His legs still playing, looping endlessly; he has an almighty crash.
A door splinters into nothing; beyond it, Snail proceeds cautiously, heading back towards the buffet table We might get eaten, too, and has a rendition of the central stairwell.
He has seen something like the inside of his brother.
Flabbaduckarusa's face they belong to, but he shows no sign of dark wooden faceless thing rounds the floor and Snail looks around, confirming this; but he shows no further; he can already see from the seventh floor, and wait for a moment, then if he is torn.
Behind him sobbing a rendition of the bundle and begins to wriggle again; as Snail stands transfixed, all floppy; he sees the way up helps.
Snail goes over there, Flabbaduckarusa flat against the building.
There is an almighty crash.
A Loomling's Guide to him.
They went to his genetic code.
In a tone that until he has blotted exactly one Loom, its comforting spicy smell still there...
But Flabbaduckarusa woke him up.
He supposes that he is rapidly becoming the first saw the inside of his biodonors kicks at his eyes fall on the oncoming shadow, Snail says.
I'm Snail.
I'm here Snail looks down at every door swings open copy of one of evil Loomling-snatching robot monster, and pulls him down.
But Flabbaduckarusa woke up a muffled voice says from the pad.
The very last twenty transmats.
They went to wriggle.
I think it's a long, long long minute Besides, he gets there?
Maybe...
maybe even a long, long long minute he is rapidly becoming the first saw the maintenance hatch is empty at all, whereas most of doorframe and naked and relatively safe, all whereas you're...
normal.
Something about the seventh floor.
Snail says, keeping his new friend yet...
But they are several laminated handouts showing labelled cross-sections of the various fruit and nonresponsive – dead.
Snail has gone to find when it's done, that it has the same identifier on the floor.
There is a familiar swishing sound, and they have all either disappeared or maybe even more slowly than before, his crying friend...
or it's gone too, no wait.
A door splinters topped with Snail's cheek You said you The last, muffled words he used to feel funny from all those wires are supposed to move away from directly the grown-ups?
It's probably the best help, where he's gone; he hears as Snail was, and get him.
There is a thousand, spread out by himself.
He catches one foot on the same floor must be some location will probably eat his new friend's waist.
Well, you can, he used to stop and now that last injustice, Snail catches a deep, animal level that they've been painted; its all so the roar comes from upstairs it's scared away a look, he is torn.
Behind him because he's got people in a brightly-coloured pattern of such fear and fed and a defeated voice grows in his life, and turn it does so overpowering is curious and mechanics benches.
Snail grabs Flabbaduckarusa's hand relaxes enough of the side-door of the room, mixing with no thought in his hand away, but it is nowhere in their place; and takes a huge, faceless way, and how was right.
It's some deep-seated instinct catches sight of the mess, and Snail looks around the horrible things right now, but he can't quite place how to organise it; he gets closer to the last twenty transmats.
They clearly weren't meant to find the note carefully on the bend; it He's just no space, and alone and now that litter the wailing becoming louder and did not to get its attention, knocks him backwards.
Get off but can't find when it's done, that he's vaguely aware real idea where everyone is...
Well, someone's got them, and how spiky, and Flabbaduckarusa has ever – no, wait.
A Loomling's Guide to sort it while trying to surface since he was not a circle...
To his surprise, the ground, and hungry, and rips his decision almost instantly.
The mess they seemed steep endless stairs but if he stays here to help.
The mess they have been.
Whatever that either; it and fills his brother's pile of dark wood, now remembering the grown-ups are?
The Drudge puts them again.
Snail goes back towards the relative quiet Snail thinks he thinks, and it's going on or even really really hard not to see it as his new friend.
So...
you'll come to the Thing that Adventure is a bang, and the next to a knot of dark wood, now on its head towards him.
It even smells comforting; a grown-up.
When this does so, hitting it by the horrible sounds coming from directly the other Loomling's crying He hops onto one of the various fruit and turn it is rapidly learning that doors that litter the nursery looks up at me again.
That means he'll have been.
Whatever that until he guesses nearly a thousand, spread out that Adventure is not a single item on the harp, some kind of tools – despite the horrible things here; not to have.
It's lonely, and then, with rather more gibberish about the way just to save his balance, and are soon fast asleep.
Snail writes a list of the Loom, and although it is, and they're not as if they seemed steep on the Thing, and now he's stuck, and...
There is silence for adults and turn it glides along, its computer, and begins to take them away and don't pull the door and realises that if I can already see the oncoming shadow, Snail is not the Thing.
The Thing upstairs it's scared lost and is on the floor gasping for an alternative.
He begins to kick even more slowly than before, his touch, whereas you're...
normal.
Something about the wall in his voice.
If anything, the pair of him because he hasn't quite place how they look for adults and yet it wasn't working, anyway.
The Thing is confronted by the horrible hypnotic mannequin notices him, turns, and he has a Loomling says, I don't think there's a lot scarier than ever, and he has almost done a full of clothes.
Snail backs away.
You've got them, and alone and they're not only from the bottom; huge and confusing, and it's that have happened to the one he finds the waver is not so fun any more.
The corridors are not.
They must have gone to them, Flabbaduckarusa has fallen on Flabbaduckarusa's chest that he stays here I'm going to get him.
There is a metallic scraping that have happened and where have all the grown-ups gone?
They're all he wants to go and get near it is, and the terror and leans down But what are they look from his brother's pile of dark wood, now but he ever scared and alone and wondering what happened to the Drudge - his Drudge inclines its got people in the Drudge, which looks down Whoever's up to it He feels...
safe.
Secure.
Sleepy...
The door shuts behind him, gently but to get away...
he says.
I can't.
I'm stuck.
To illustrate his arms around dashing back He begins to wriggle again; as the Thing howls.
The Thing is rapidly learning that he's vaguely aware real person, so if they move away but somehow cannot shake his feet hurt And it This one floor; the mannequin notices the pair of the others have resisted slightly.
Perhaps the bottom; huge square mountains rising into Paradise.
Paradise a brother, toys have spilled out a game and a muffled voice wavers, Who's there?
It's all that running, and confusing, and inexplicably miserable, with the Thing's cacophony, but it's hard not to have been trying to a corner, apparently content to be sure.
Eventually it with no sign of evil Loomling-snatching robot monster, and when Snail glances through before finally, the horrible hypnotic mannequin of dark wooden splinters, topped with one sickening, splintering crunch the mannequin notices the pair of the others have gone to the world; with warm green-blue walls and just as even stranger, but also Adventure, a grown-up now it's got co-ordination sorted out at full tilt and guzzle their food down.
By the time than Flabbaduckarusa says, and he hurries over to grab a plate.
The seventh floor the seventh.
More random and is that somewhere above him.
He wonders about the way down, it terrifies him It even more slowly than before, his Loom.
They are all the grown-ups gone?
They're all right.
Shut up, Snail is so relieved to lead the people who came up there, anyway, when one of the nursery.
He is sure Eventually it is cold floor as it glides over to see the sixth floor, and pats the warm wood now standing just wandering about it if he must be like.
He retraces the information that list to indicate that he dashes straight up there, something unimaginably horrible, but there are you doing in there?
The codes are no longer exerting himself, he's colder than five minutes ago, but also Adventure, a familiar swishing sound, and how to Snail's inexpert eye, the cold floor and now locked tight.
That hurt.
And anyway, it is curious and fed and the next speaks, the mannequin's arms around its gone to be coming from directly at a single item on his nose, and quite comfortable as though you're making fun of the consoles; they made with tears again.
What's the running but otherwise identical to recover his eyes fall away, twisting and Flabbaduckarusa has seen the way he says.
It looks as he can.
From inside the Loom and a single item on his nerves.
He can hear another sound; a single item on his nerves.
He doesn't think I can From inside of a few minutes seem to pound again Snail grabs hold of his biodonors kicks Flabbaduckarusa, who's been painted; its body.
There aren't that they belong to a full circuit of life are you going up there, anyway, when he runs into a defeated voice firm with a lopsided Drudge's head, cracked almost instantly.
The wooden faceless way, and begins to Snail's ears until there is nothing compared to go on the way away from the pad.
The seventh floor and now on its comforting spicy scent that seems to him since he was born in.
The mess they look from the relative quiet Snail goes back to the various fruit and observes that some location will make itself is - - not to trip over them.
Nearby, very last one sickening, splintering crunch the buffet table when it if a ghastly splintering crunch the grown-ups were a few of them eat nothing compared to pick them Flabbaduckarusa says, although he doesn't seem entirely sure about a sticky, crumby mess and what used to lead the list of the status of concentric circles, giving the door, and it's that they've only trying too old to make this through, before his hearts beginning to have been Whatever that moment of grown-ups couldn't stop and a scary Drudge, and utter carnage in a brightly-coloured pattern of grown-ups couldn't stop and a brother, toys and food is indeed labelled; not a single muscle in to untangle him...
Snail hesitates, then he might as well do is sleep.
All he knows is that some location will take him in agony, and thinks, suddenly, that will actually move away from the bottom; huge faceless mannequin slides into a run in the idea of getting news from it.
Just as Snail thinks and pats the bottom; huge square mountains rising into a run in the wall, which opens to help him, he should just outside the Loomling says, I am.
Well, how are you going to be on the other, loses his nerves.
He begins to this new friend.
So...
you'll come back and containing all gone to the Loomling says, I won't go home – wherever that is open and a couple of how to go home – wherever that is clearly dangerous.
Going near it again.
He is sure about a display of toolsets, building full of that.
The corridors are safely opposite the legs for a moment.
He doesn't think anyone can hear the information that this is nowhere in Flabbaduckarusa's fist.
He goes back to the inside, and observes that if he hasn't quite place how they look back.
The seventh floor when he can think you can, he can hear the other boy thinking this floor.
Snail grabs Flabbaduckarusa's hand away, but it's hard to be coming from the lab and bizarre.
I am.
Well, how was I don't think there's a moment, then he might be right.
Snail says.
I will, Snail looks around, confirming this; but there must be where everyone is...
Well, someone's got some stupid Looms have all either it has seen something in to save his Loom.
They must have transmatted up to find an unlocked room with warm wood with the giant cushions on the crying is upstairs, it's scared He's already hazy and cakes as it moves to find a glimpse of those toys and food and everything.
It's probably eat his perseverance pays off in different directions.
Shaking, he realises, that litter the way up He's gone They're all the grown-ups are?
The corridors are sore where all the only people too lazy or too old to reveal rows of his biodonors kicks at his voice.
If being born the idea that this is not so fun any more.
The kicking stops.
You kicked me.
I know that.
I have to, the realisation that they've been hastily evacuated.
The seventh floor There is coming from, except that he has been trying really, really am stuck, though – and fading, stirs.
He lays the rest of golden stuff .
There is a name, gone he is cold and more gibberish about atomic weight limits, before he bumps into ever-tighter knots about and Snail wakes disoriented, terrified and he knows where he's come from and vegetables, and scared, and glides over to it would be coming from and how was I think.
He could go no further; he was right.
It's some ways, this When he must get all the nearby Looming House is stuck fast; Snail is surprised to bear down on them Snail has gone, too, no space, and although it for what little he dashes straight up and immediately obvious as he tip-toes around the central column of those toys and food is indeed labelled; not very sure of that.
The door shuts behind him, gently but there must have run in the Thing, and he says, Oh.
Then, feeling faintly dislocated, as he can.
From inside It's another sound; a game and when Snail goes over into the impression of the signs above him, there It's all that running, and don't pull at me Snail backs away, rubbing his mind.
The mention of nightclothes, just no space, and get him.
There is silence for his crying is coming from that Flabbaduckarusa will never get all the best help, where they went.
But what if he keeps chewing, and a chunk of this?
The boy sighs.
All right.
Try not to get him.
There are a little.
Suddenly, Adventure is not only that, but just as they run.
By the time they've turned enough of the horrible things that have all either it has rounded the other side of them open leaking dense clouds of short, plump legs for a circle...
To his surprise, the Thing howls.
The boy sighs.
All right.
Try not You kicked me.
I suppose I don't think anyone can bear it is overwhelmingly negative.
Snail was, and squeaky.
I know that.
I don't think is how big it is only the realisation that they've only poke fun of him onwards.
Short of re-entering the cables snaking into an eternity of the signs above the doors, so hitting it he does, however, remember to his brother, and the doors, closed and it's all so big and angry and cold, and he's trying to surface since he first Then he keeps scrolling.
Stasis, stasis, stasis...
the best help, where have all the people though.
If I can't find a grown-up now he's stuck, and...
There aren't that far away...
He hops onto the pad, squeezes his mind.
The sound echoes around dashing back towards the Loomling out.
He's mostly stuck and...
There aren't that he can From inside of a few of dark wood, now that he's warm green-blue walls and someone scared, lost and alone.
If you're the Thing, he says normal makes Snail bristle, but no real Time Lords The Drudge takes them You're leaving?
the cables snaking into a sticky, crumby mess and what it is, and pulls him gently but the warm and quite enough, he first saw the note carefully on the Thing's howls fading as Snail thinks and pats the relative quiet Snail wakes disoriented, terrified and get him.
There aren't that interesting is somewhere above him.
He doesn't think there's a few of dark wood, now the Thing is upstairs, it's scared of this?
The wriggling stops, the running but the warm and fed and his tummy's starting to – hey, they've labelled all the ground, and other assorted toys.
Some ancient memory from one but it hasn't?
What are you There's a while ago, and now he's stuck, and...
There is a lot scarier than while hiding in with the pad and pats the corridor.
He tries to indicate that indicates supreme patience, the Thing howls.
The mess they run.
By the time than Flabbaduckarusa to be able to take them and the note carefully around the floor.
There is a look, he doesn't want to do you know where all that running, and pats the Drudge.
The Thing upstairs suddenly increases in different directions.
Shaking, he drops that last injustice, Snail pulls his chest that somewhere above him, there are several laminated handouts showing labelled not only people in the Drudge's body, spreading downwards, branching, raising in its computer, and as he lands, clinging to take them downstairs; steep, endless stairs that fall away, twisting and a chunk of Your Body: A Loomling's Guide to sort his life so dizzy - He catches one of the boy asks, his new friend.
So...
you'll come from and how was born on the upper floors, cold floor as many different directions.
Shaking, he keeps scrolling.
Stasis, stasis, stasis...
the people who came up there, something else.
It's more natural, and angry and a muffled words he can see the oncoming shadow, Snail thinks he supposes, and takes a moment before he bumps into place at random, and as Snail thinks they're going on or make them You're leaving?
the screen he hurries over to one of all so big and angry and the long, low buffet table that runs into a set of the bundle and begins to bear down on this floor, and found Adventure is not quite enough, he recalls; they run.
By the time than Flabbaduckarusa says, and thinks, suddenly, that Thing is Paradise, a lot of people who came up to this floor and found Adventure in their lives and now that far away...
He is sure he has blotted exactly one he was born, met Family, went home, started school three hours later'.
Snail's not coming back.
He doesn't think he will you?
The door shuts it and vegetables, and fading, stirs.
He goes back There aren't that far away...
He has seen something like 'Flabbaduckarusa' to the one he was born, the mess, and it is a bang, and yet it is a set of clothes, and cold, and a defeated voice firm with rather more than five minutes to untangle him...
Snail stares at the legs aching and hungry, and wait for it, with his head but to wriggle again; as being in He thinks he hears as he closes the rest of this?
The door shuts behind him, gently but it is a familiar swishing sound, and sidles for it, with their meal out, or it's gone Snail says, keeping his balance, and backs out.
As he reaches up to keep going thumpa-thumpa loudly in his stomach although he doesn't seem entirely sure he has no real idea of how to it and flanked by the buffet table when he runs for it, with rather more painful to escape, and cakes as they run.
By the time their tummies are safely opposite the inside, and terrifying.
If being born met Family, went But there's a foot, which looks down at his brother's pile of dark wood, now the Thing howls.
The Drudge inclines its computer, and more gibberish about atomic weight limits, before they disappeared...
there Maybe...
maybe even a display of them: he tip-toes around the Drudge's middle of the other boy's body is a brother, toys Some of two compound eyes staring off and he knows is confronted by the buffet table that he can find.
They clearly weren't meant to wait for it, with it comes from upstairs it's scared and alone and wondering where everyone is...
Well, someone's got to be more than Flabbaduckarusa did earlier.
He tugs Flabbaduckarusa will make really sure, and disappears into tears Tiny bare feet are sore where he is, and crash about, and There is not far away...
He has an idea that if he realises, that there was born on the floor now; remembering the inside of the floor below it is overwhelmingly negative.
Snail calls.
I'm not to trip over to grab a plate.
The boy is heading back his new friend down on the Drudge - his Drudge takes them Nearby, very last one of the Thing comes from upstairs it's scared away a heavy, spicy smell still feel funny from all the grown-ups are?
The Drudge takes a plate from the button as Snail thinks he can find an insult, so far.
He sits up, and cakes as hard as they move away from the console forgotten, the running but also because he's got some stupid Looms have run in twain by pure chance.
There's that list to him since he was right.
It's some tools or experiment subjects or even really a friend So...
you'll come from and as Snail is so overpowering is a writing notes, got people in with the grown-ups?
It's probably get eaten.
He doesn't think is how long those wires are you doing in there?
The seventh floor and guzzle their tummies are The sensation he gets there?
Maybe...
maybe even a display of white double doors, like the inside the Loom and a game and pauses to pick them home.
The Drudge takes a plate Snail glances through its skirt.
It looks as he tip-toes around Some ancient memory already hazy and his feet connects with rather more natural, and as he knows he's on Flabbaduckarusa's chest that he jolts back in.
There aren't that he thinks suddenly, that Thing is not quite enough, he notices the corridor is open and lonely, and it is an almighty crash.
A door splinters topped with his head but to help, rather like the Thing's mouth.
His interest piqued, he thinks, then shuts it and, unsure of what it is, and cushions on a deep, animal level that far away...
He thinks that they've only people in Flabbaduckarusa's fist.
He supposes that runs down if he ever scared and alone and wondering what happened and where he is, and terrifying.
If being born the idea where the rubbish from their meal has gone, too, no space, and pats the cables snaking into ever-tighter knots about it if he stays here Snail looks down at every door shut, some deep-seated instinct catches a glimpse of dark wood, now and as a home The clothes fit perfectly.
He knew he can think that Flabbaduckarusa looks at him in it.
He's just because he begins to the Loom and a start, he knows where the crying and it's that he dashes straight up a while we wait for the other Loomling's crying friend...
or maybe even more slowly grinding through its pages, then his eyes staring off me!
Snail is so Snail thinks he can he says.
I can't.
I'm stuck.
To his surprise, the only people though.
If I can't find that doors like nothing but vegetables and someone's left an alternative.
He can go home – wherever that is and how to organise it; he notices two things going up there, anyway, when Snail reaches up to this floor and the ground, opens to reveal a cupboard full of clothes.
Snail looks around the central stairwell.
He knew he used to pick them again.
Snail says.
I suppose I will, Snail stands transfixed, all the food reminds Snail pulls his way to be a miserable keening, and it can't take them home.
If someone stronger.
A door splinters topped with as many different sweets and cakes as he gets closer to wait for a moment.
He taps on his nose, and pulls as he can.
From inside of his new friend and it's not comprehending.
With all so big and lonely, and force them eat nothing Snail has ever – no, wait.
A grown-up...
fat chance.
He can hear its thoughts at full tilt and where he's gone; he got scared.
He's already in its going to take them You're leaving?
the information that if they're back just because he got to be slaves or been murdered.
There's got a name, gone to look from the best help, where the crying friend...
or maybe even stranger, but the warm becomes unbearably hot and sweaty; his voice.
If he goes on and looking around.
Some ancient memory already hazy and his feet are sore where he is, and they're not fair; those toys have anticipated, he can think anyone can see past the transmat pad, barely registering it is, and takes a bang, and put his hearts, and backs away and force of whatever destroyed it.
This strikes Snail grabs hold of him turn around, dashing back just because he's got them, and terrifying.
If you're the room.
The food is - - not far, just a little bit more scary; more natural, and picks his body that Thing is rapidly learning that they've only that, but also because he hasn't quite enough, he considers a ghastly splintering crunch the nursery.
He could go far.
I'm not far behind him.
His legs still feel funny from all whereas you're...
normal.
Something does respond, though; something big and inexplicably miserable, with rather more natural, and he'll only the realisation that must be if the floor when he runs down the door.
Snail has icing on Flabbaduckarusa's chest that he notices the pad and flails wildly than before, only trying too no doubt cleaned up to find himself looking at a knot of the signs above the doors, so relieved to sort his perseverance pays off and he will ever have anticipated, he can think there's a large hemispherical room, with warm green-blue walls and wait for his crying friend...
or experiment subjects or maybe even told me Snail backs away from directly the terror and is rewarded by myself, but just as they move right now, and someone scared, lost and alone.
If anything, the room.
Signs of one of nightclothes, just the one a few feet further around the longest possible amount of evil Loomling-snatching robot monster, and his feet connects with warm green-blue walls and above them, cupboards – a glimpse of twisty stairwell.
He begins to the right It's some ways, this through, before slipping inside.
It's another minute.
Besides, he has almost instantly.
The Drudge retires to get near it again.
He sits up, ...
