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A few of you have asked that I put these in order. So here is that post. I will set this so it stays at the top of the journal and update it as more stories are added. This should make it easier to keep up if you are reading along. You will notice some places where there are spaces in the list marked with "***". These signify that there is more to the story between those points that I have yet to write. the list will not be numbered as I would have to constantly renumber it. I will try to keep a list outside the cut of new titles for each month.


New for September
Some Men Never Want to Quit

( Snake and Brazen Post-Escape from LACollapse )

Snake at seventy
No Regrets

Total Word Count: 48,841

If you were to die tomorrow, what unfinished business would keep you here? Who/what/where would you haunt?


You'd think I'd say the government. Could really fuck with them. Some more of the bastards would blow their brains out but got to thinking that I wouldn't haunt shit. What you'd get is some people getting fucked if they messed with mine after I was gone. My family's the only thing keeping me here. It's why I'm not wandering aimlessly all over the fucking place right now. If anything was going to keep me from leaving it would be them.

Nothing? Memories I guess but nothing more. I don't own anything from when I was a kid. All that shit was burned with my parents. None of my friends from childhood are around either except Taylor. Shame Taylor's mind is fucked from the crash. He has less memories than I do about when we were kids. I don't have any of the material items, hell I don't even have myself from then. Comes down to it, I really don't have anything left from my childhood.

I can't say I miss having shit from when I was a kid. The burden of memories is enough without having shit to remind you. Sure, there are things I wish I had from being a kid. I wish I still had that picture of my dad he sent while in Vietnam. It's how I remember him more than anything else. Wish I had some of mom and grandma's shit to pass on to my girls but I don't. It's all just shit anyway. None of the shit matters. People are too fucking materialistic. Might as well be glad I'll never be in that trap.

The long awaited story that has been eating my time up. Now, hopefully back to the regularly scheduled Roleplaying.



Author name: Titania
Title: Go On, Take the Money and Run
Fandom: John Carpenter's Escape From New York and CrossGen's Snake Plissken Chronicles
Rating: PG-13 for violence and foul language
Summary: When Snake fled New York he insisted Maggie come along. The USPF could not have known what they unleashed by letting these two criminals free to the streets. Still looking to keep on a prior engagement in Atlantic City, NJ Snake takes Maggie along for the ride.
Link: Bonnie and Clyde Got Nothing on These Two

Thanks to my betas and yappichick for the header art.

The president. The god damned president is responsible. I know it sounds like bullshit. It did to me too but I've followed this whole fucking mess all the way up. I started with the fuckers that set the fire and up the ladder. All the way up. Killed the son of a bitches as I went along. Right the fuck up to the top. Last one I found, Berrigan, the stupid fuck that briefed us for Leningrad told me where to find the orders. Right there on the fucking paper is President, then senator, Robertson's signature. The bastard's the one ordered it.

Do you have any fucking idea what it is like to realize the president of the country you fought and almost died to protect did that kind of shit? The president. He's the goddamned president. If I want to do what I swore I would it means assassination. Worth it. That bastard needs out of office and in a crate as fast as possible.



( Curious to know the question?Collapse )

Hey sweetheart.

I know this is late but you know how damned tailors can be. Thought you could use something nice and a little scandalous for your birthday. Hope you like the dress.


Hope to see you soon.
Snake.

OOC: Related to several rp threads.

Some days I don’t know why I give a fuck about people. So many fucking people out there that I’ve found when they were down, way down. I pick all these fucking people up. Hell, sometimes I force them to get back up and go on. I don’t mind. What gets to me is how quickly these same people will treat me like I’m a mean bastard for falling myself. There’s a point where the shit tires me out. I’m always making shit better for other people. I’m always acting like a fucking shrink or a counselor or a father for people but when I need to talk something out they treat me like nothing. Fuck most walk away and leave me there. Fucking bastards would still be on their asses, dead or worse if I had that attitude.

Guess what this shit comes down to is I feel taken advantage of. All this time and energy I put into make other people better or just taking care of them when they can’t do it themselves and so little of that comes back.

Even us mean ass bastards need time to just scream and fucking yell and complain about the past and shit that can’t be changed. Yeah, sometimes I just need to talk shit out too. I wish people’d stop treating me like a monster for it. I got PTSD and I got a lot of bullshit in my head. Head’s stuffed full of bad shit. Shit so fucking bad you don’t want to talk about it and when it does come out it ain’t pretty or controlled. Figure people around me that know about the war and all the other shit would realize but they don’t. They still hold me at arms length when I talk about shit. I’m supposed to listen and comfort but when I look for that shit, hell no. I get that look like I’m a hungry animal and they want to run or somehow they made me this way.

It’s sick. Gets me to understand why so many veterans go fucking nuts or shoot themselves.

Isolation.

There’s no fucking isolation like no one really understanding.

I am need of a Beta Reader for a 25,000+ word fic I am writing.(I'm aiming up closer to 30-40,000 words at this point) It will need to be beta-ed in the time between November 1st and the 15th. The premise of the story is Maggie surviving New York and the happenings after between her and Snake. It may have some NC-17ish stuff in it. There will definitely be swearing and violence.

I'd be happy with one Beta reader but if two or more people want to do this.... awesome. Whomever requests this must be committed to do it. I can't have people disappearing on me. I'm ok with a "I'll tentatively beta" if you don't know. I just need an idea that there maybe someone(s) who will be willing to take on the challenge of reading this.


You people are awesome and I'm writing this for all the people who love Snake. The finished fic will be up on the second week of December so keep an eye out for it.

Fuck the weather.

I hate snow. Used to love it but years of fighting a war in Siberia and rest of Russia burns you out on all that white fucking fluff. The kids are slowly getting me back to liking the shit but not really. I still hate the snow. Rain isn’t much better. Rain’s a whole different reason. Back home with all the poison gas the shit collects in the rain. When the rain hits the warm ground it mists up like fucking fog. The government says the rain doesn’t have the shit in it but they’re fucking liars. Best bet is to stay out of the rain.

Got other problems with the rain. One a the bad parts of my eye, maybe good with the rain like it is, who the fuck knows. When the barometric pressure changes my eye hurts more. Don’t know? The pain gets so fucking bad that it cripples me when shit like a tornado is coming. Sounds all fucking good but spring is for shit with all the goddamned rain. Forget Florida and the daily rain and shit. I’ve got a fucking rain detector based on pain in my head. It’s pretty goddamned annoying.