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ced to become the Gruikk historian
for all eternity. I am not allowed to visit the outside, and am not allowed to
die when I please. I must keep going, keeping and organizing records for
generations of Gruikk to come. I am writing this for any young Gruikk to
see, to learn from, so they do not commit the same grave mistake I did. I do
not know what the elders will do to me if they find out that I have written
this, but whatever it is, it cannot be worse than this.
Good luck, young one.
Kewsch, Historian of Gruikk
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[Fade in.]
[Curtain opens on Gregory sitting on his stool, behind a desk. On the desk is
a manual typewriter, and a large stack of paper. Gregory finishes tapping out
a few words, then rips the paper out of the typewriter with a flair, and puts
it on top of the pile.]
There... it's finished. My first submission of fiction to the ASB community. I
honestly haven't a clue how good it is, because... well... because it's as
much a headtrip as it is a story. I would appreciate comments, critiques, and
cash, in small unmarked bills. *wink*
Honestly, folx, let me know what I did right, and what I didn't... oh, and a
bit of a warning to y'all: I tried to write the sex tastefully, so if you're
looking for "fuck suck cunt cock dick lick pussy"... keep look
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