Everything Editor Logs
January 5, 2001
Recycle | Launch

Wait by the edge of the swamp and watch the world's most awesome Roman Candle reach for the stars with the thunder only a God can make alone; the light off my face is the chaos of hypergolics and furiously oxidizing aluminum perchlorate. Then, in the bushes, I can hear the soft peep of nodes as the noise fades, see the slight sparkle of their gleaming nodegel. But amongst them, here and there, the sickly squawk of malformation; mercy, then…I call upon the Node .45.

...and then didn't post it. Well, not out in public near the writeup, at least.

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