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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 162
By David C. Daoust Arachnoid- the very latest offering, to the vast amount of gamers that populated the Onion and in Chance’s Opinion– the best game ever. He’d spent weeks on the single player mode, hammering through the story line, spending every waking moment trying to level his in-game skills. He missed classes, even skipped…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 160
By David C. Daoust Colin Vice sat comfortably in his private chambers, high up in the refurbished Crucible known as Halfhull. Named by the many workers that once lived and worked here, a name which called into question the quality of the space-stations most important feature, its hull. The brief chat with Chance was somewhat…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 159
By David C. Daoust Mayday moved quickly, rushing through the crumbling structures that surrounded him. Bombs could be heard, exploding around him, shaking the very ground, kicking up dust and gravel from the previously mentioned crumbling structures. His heavily armored legs propelled him through the battle zone, the thick carapace that covered his torso was…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 158
By David C. Daoust Skipping out on Hugo Lions was one of the hardest things Mayday had ever done. Not just figuratively worrisome or bothersome; It was literally hard— trying to leave behind his form was no easy task. He figured Hugo would want to continue on the show as is though, maybe replace the…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 157
By David C. Daoust Long drawn out squeals of stringed instruments sounded out over the low toned bass notes and sudden blaring horns, all kept in time with the steady beat of innumerous drums– music filled the air behind the rough roaring vocals of the main attraction. This was the heyday of Hugo Lions. The…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 155
By David C. Daoust Mari’s options were limited. She had finally given up on sending a communiqué out to her family. She pushed herself away from the terminal with a huff. Even with all her hacking abilities she did not stand a chance against the AI, Noreen. Considering she was in the central temple of…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 154
By David C. Daoust At one time, there were two successful detergent companies within the Trade Consortium. One was ‘Dewie’, known for its wide range of ‘dew’ scented detergents. The other was called ‘O-factor’, for that pleasing olfactory experience. For years, these two companies were in steep competition with each other. They were in a…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 153
aWLoN!prt.3 starts here! By David C. Daoust Elma Parks found herself lounging backstage in the small dressing room of the Patty Martins Show- ‘the Daily Slice of the Onion’. She didn’t know how long she was going to be stuck waiting. Patty was known to run on and on with guests, so those waiting for…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 151
By David C. Daoust “…so, I’m happy you feel like talking, Dakota,” Suzanne began sharply, partially to try and snap Dakota back into reality, partially at the sheer frustration of listening to nonsense for the past half hour, “but how am I supposed to make sense of any of that?” “Hmm?” Dakota asked as she…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 150
By David C. Daoust The remaining population of Grandeur II was stranded within the nothingness, within the vastness of space- light years from any planet or sun. While all communication had been severed, the technology designed to keep the humans alive and well, still functioned. They still had some hope to maintain life. At every…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 149
By David C. Daoust Dakota was no longer able to trust her mind. At least, that’s what her mind told her. Before, while her body resided within that pod, technology fused her to an entire population of minds; fused all of them into a greater mind. A mind that could answer Dakota’s questions before she…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 144
By David C. Daoust Hamlin found himself plastered to the top of the ancient device known, most recently, as the ‘Brain Stealer’. They charged through the endless corridors of Twin Crown’s Starport, his solid light boots gripped the curvature of the device as his mitts clutched at the rather fortuitous rope wrapped around its center….
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Zombie Hogwash! 44
Unfortunately, there will be no April Fools gag this year. April Fools! -that was the gag. Got to love minimalism; like a day off. ty,DD << First < Prev Next > Last >> aWLoN! prt.1 Black Noon aWLoN! prt.2 Swordbearer aWLoN! prt.3 Chalice Squire’s End Bard Song Halloween Special Origins Efreet’s Solo Raid! Meteor Zero
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Zombie Hogwash! 43
I switched jobs! If ya remember my hiatus a few weeks back, it was because I got a job loading heavy trucks for an undisclosed company. Well now I am loading trucks for a different undisclosed company! So, I am now readjusting apparently, because the creative flood gates have slammed shut. I don’t know why;…
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I ran around shopping all day- instead of making a comic. Derp. It’s like my brain totally blanked out the day til it was too late. Better luck next week! ty,DD (horse’s name is Wednesday.) << First < Prev Next > Last >> aWLoN! prt.1 Black Noon aWLoN! prt.2 Swordbearer aWLoN! prt.3 Chalice Squire’s End…
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I had a super busy day today, I almost just threw up the ‘Scribe of Nightsong …on Wednesday’ gag- then I thought of this! lmao ty,DD << First < Prev Next > Last >> aWLoN! prt.1 Black Noon aWLoN! prt.2 Swordbearer aWLoN! prt.3 Chalice Squire’s End Bard Song Halloween Special Origins Efreet’s Solo Raid! Meteor…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 141
By David C. Daoust “You still won’t see,” the hollowed empty voice filled Dakota’s mind, an intrusive thought into her studies. “I have made it clear– I do not wish to see,” she shot back shortly, then clarified, “Not with your eyes.” “And yet how long have you spent in study… searching,” The Grandoxa posed…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 139
By David C. Daoust Restricted. That’s all Ivan could comprehend, all he could feel. Restricted. It was an endless nightmare, his mind was active, yet… restricted. He had no eyes, no ears, nor a mouth to make a noise with; to protest, to scream, nor cry out or plead. Restricted. It was that word. No,…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 138
By David C. Daoust The four men fell away, lost, but not forgotten; they had left their mark, each in turn. Civilization had enlightenment after enlightenment. Yet by the end of the twentieth century, the third man’s followers were building pyramids, echoing ‘never again’, and the fourth’s- were hording wealth. This carried true through the…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 135
By David C. Daoust There was ‘bout a second longer of confusion than would be normal, before Grandpa Haul found himself truly confused. He wasn’t sure where his grandson came from- just out of nowhere, there he was. Standing between him, and what he had named the ‘Brain Stealer’. “Please, don’t destroy me!” Ratchet pleaded….
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 131
I added a disclaimer at the bottom of the site, cuz well, narcissists are real! ty, DD By David C. Daoust Sheriff Montgomery Dunn, aka Monty, stood off to the side as the small holopad device he’d just finished setting up, suddenly began to flicker with light as it quickly wove together a hologram. This…
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Zombie Hogash! 37
(I intentionally left this as unaltered and unedited as I could.) Uuuuhg! I bummed everybody out about WoW. lmao Listen WoW is great, I love WoW. I just had an imbalance of positive/negative stories to share. It’s funny because I started with this kind of positive sense of nostalgia, and all these awesome experiences on…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 130
By David C. Daoust Between waking up in a pod of nutrient enriched chemicals, regaining his mental faculties, and getting everything in order that needed to be in order, Colin Vice really did not have much chance to react. He’d steadfastly dealt with the nurses, took a shower, got some real food; all of which…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 128
By David C. Daoust No one was more surprised than Montgomery Dunn, that his life had landed him here- as a sheriff on the small distant moon of Twin Crown. Monty was born and raised on New Runnymede, the entertainment epicenter of the Onion. He was, at one time, a writer. He started out, struggling…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 127
By David C. Daoust Colin wasn’t sure what his plan was. He’d pried himself within a narrow crevice that ran the depth of the canyon. His legs held his back pressed against the opposing rock wall, as he recklessly descended lower into the canyon. He actually just let himself slide, his back and boots scraping…
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