Page 152 of Nearly Roadkill
Winc:Whether they know it or not, this people’s strike started with you loving me, and me loving you.
Scratch:All I could think of was you, your cyber-lap.
Winc:::shaking my head:: You always make me smile, always know how.
Scratch:I feel messed up: I can fuck you, I can put you on your knees, but lie in your lap? Biggest risk of all.
Winc:Then thank you for trusting me like this. So much.
Scratch:::sigh:: Is this where we cue the music?
Winc:Yep, and the sun sets slowly in the West.
Excerpt: Online Rally
StLouis7: No NRA freaks!
StLouis7: Militia monsters!
Shooter: Fuck you!
Scratch:Quite exhausted kitten now. But feel more calm.
Winc:Glad to hear it. ::happy sigh:: We’d better get going, then, huh?
Scratch:::nodding:: Thanks for putting me back together.
Winc:I just sat here… you did the hard part. You go first.
Scratch:Why do *I* leave? ::grumbling::
Winc:Because you leave first, and I stay here waiting and that’s how it works.
Scratch:::sighing, burying my head in you::
Winc:::holding you tight::
Scratch:O… K. Good night.
END SCRATCH JOURNAL ENTRY
NARRATIVE ENTRY, JABBATHEHUT
(Note: My brilliant friend has created a safe chat room for Scratch and Winc to meet the erstwhile Lieutenant Budge. But all he knows is that it was created by a mysterious “SysOp,” a term meaning “system operator” of any given Internet service.)
Wally Budge is putting one and three together. Find the evil SysOp, find Toobe. Find Toobe, nab Scratch and Winc. Find SysOp guy, pay dirt. Ten hours until the strike.
END JABBA NARRATIVE ENTRY
GWYNYTH DIARY ENTRY
Evil, am I? Guy, am I?
END GWYNYTH DIARY ENTRY
NARRATIVE ENTRY, JABBATHEHUT
The following “communication” has appeared on every screen of every single online user.
