I--

I--

WHAAAAAAAAAAA

I have no words. I just read this whole thing and...wow. Wow.

I told myself one more section. One more page and then I'm going to work on my sketch. 

Yah. It didn't work. I read the whole thing. XD I couldn't put it down--literally.

So all that to say, great job, Galowo (love that nickname by the way, Viola)! This is so amazing. I love love love the way you intertwined the world of CAPTCHAs and Glitches with the CB, and how you portray everything and everyone's personalities and how I can see everything playing out in mind....aaaahhhhh it's so good. I'd love it so much if you could work me in somehow, but I completely understand if you can't, and I'll still read it and love it. 

(THE STICKY NOTE PALACE )

Ooooooh yes GW (Wow, Galaxy, that's just like General Waffleson!), I DO get that a lot. Right now I'm trying not to read too much Terry Pratchett, because I feel like my writing has been influenced by it a lot, aaaand also I LOVE the Welking Weasles style, plus I'm starting to get a little bored by Terry's style. It's wonderful and smart-aleck and cool, but I have always enjoyed a slightly older style of writing, reminiscent of the LOTR's style. Also the Redwall series is beutiful and describingly amazing, but, after a certain point I was tired of there almost NEVER being a good fox or rat or 'vermin' character. Plus he always kills off the evil characters, which is understandable, but after reading from their point of a view a while, it's really a big blow. 

So yes GW, I also have that weird effect on my writing. 

No worries! I have been super distracted myself, mostly by school. (Gdgskdjsk h o m e w o r k ....)   

I have caught up on the reading, though, and aaaah I'm so excited to see what happens next when you get around to it— and no rush, to be honest. I'm horrible with commitment, myself. Especially with writing—my muse is sporadic and appears and disappears violently.

Anyway. Great job so far, GaloWon!! :D 

This has to be my longest period of Writer's Block ever...

Thanks for the get well, Viola, and for the encouraging notes, Leeli! (And to everyone who's left a comment on this thread that I'm doubtless forgetting). Leeli, if you want to join, I can send you a character sheet?

-=*=- 

Realm still couldn't believe it.

He had finally escaped. He was at a castle. And now, they were handing him a quest he had never asked for. He was to travel alone, as it would make him stealthier. He had been loaned a TARDIS hoodie (a time machine that was a phone booth...to be placed on a hoodie? Apparently this was something to have to do with 'marketing') and advised to pull the hood down low, to shade his bronze eyes and hide them. An imitation Harry Potter wand was tucked into his back pocket, and they had almost succeeded in dying his hair before he told them, as politely as possible, that messy brown hair was his 'style'. They still forced him to comb it, though.

Now he was forced to go on some sort of quest. Hiding his identity and calling the now peaceful--and sometimes even to the point of lazy--Chatterboxers to defend their land. Some still didn't even believe that such a threat existed. They had powers beyond anything that Realm had ever seen--or so he was assured. 

But he was still worried. These powers could mean death...what if not all of these Chatterboxers were friendly? Even the supposed 'Sticky Note Queen' seemed scary. Why was he thinking that in her palace? What if she had telekenis--

The door to the room--which was made entirely of sticky notes if you must know--burst open. Somebody dashed in, her eyes filled with caution--and anger. "You have to leave." She told him quickly. "Wha--" Realm began.

"I said leave. Now."

"We're under attack." 

Yes coyote.........

Accident?

OR DESIGN?

DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!

Let loose the herds of wild speculation as we merry few rollick and jump into the murky marshes of wild assumptions, while the rest of you stand awkwardly in the fine yellow feilds of firm fact!

Let us journey into the great woods of random, pointless and usually wrong ideas! Let us run through the stampeding herds of wild speculation, while some of us are trampled by the frightened wildebeasts hooves and a sad few stand on the sidelines and wince with empathy at the trampled ones! 

Let us say wild and assumptive and huge posts of what we might do and post long-winded and pointless and run-on sentences hurriedly describing in a worryingly prophetic voice reminiscent of Walt Kelly!

Walt kelly was a cartoonist living in.... erm.... the I think, late 1900s, or early 2000s, who created many cartoon strips about political things, and about people, the truth about humans often deceiving themselves, while being alternativel very funny and very hard to read. Very hard to read as in, probably on purpose, writing very long and descriptive sentences about things in the introductions. Pogo and Co live long!

Ye-es, Notes, we all knew that.