As Carrotia #8 finally begins to approach completion, I'd like to share with you an exclusive preview from draft #3, for the thirteen of you that can't be bothered to remove this community from their friendslist:
"...but what I'm saying is that it's completely impossible for any prisoner to even take his keepers seriously if they can't understand the fundamental difficulty in mixing grey with yellow. See, the metaphysical nature of..."
Every inch of Shilee's body shouted at him to resume rumbling around the cell looking for something to bump his head on, but the newly applied cushioning wouldn't do him any favours, and he feared he already had a skull fracture just waiting to burst.
"...what I mean is, have you considered going with a transparant immediacy theme instead of a hypermedial one? It might racket up the anxiety factor a bit further, considering the windowed state of..."
"I'm begging you," his hands curled around the bars in much the same way as they weren't curling around Tinner's neck, "Shoot me, torture me, take away my clothes, anything. Wait," he dug around his pockets.
"...so I say to you, do you really, truly think that fuchsia blends with mauve? There's a fundamental matter of identity that you appear to be forgetting here..."
"Here. Take this pencil. Stab my eardrums out. Come on. Just a little bit of applied force..."
Good night, and good luck.