diff --git a/horrors2.ltx b/horrors2.ltx index 432a09e..b252ef4 100644 --- a/horrors2.ltx +++ b/horrors2.ltx @@ -1,4 +1,4 @@ -\documentclass[draft]{book} +\documentclass[draft,10pt]{book} \usepackage[papersize={397pt,614pt}]{geometry} \usepackage[T1]{fontenc} @@ -11,6 +11,13 @@ \title{Horrors 2: Clever Title Here} \author{The Something Awful Forums} +\hyphenation{ + Ba-var-ious + Ba-var-ius + hid-eous + mos-qui-toes +} + % For specifying author \newcommand{\by}[1]{ \vspace{-20pt} diff --git a/stories/Assless_Chaps.The_Mosqui.tex b/stories/Assless_Chaps.The_Mosqui.tex index a84ced3..e305f7b 100644 --- a/stories/Assless_Chaps.The_Mosqui.tex +++ b/stories/Assless_Chaps.The_Mosqui.tex @@ -53,7 +53,7 @@ beast. -Not deterred by this horrendous creature, Bavarious screamed at the +Not to be deterred by this horrendous creature, Bavarious screamed at the top of his lungs, ``{\bf Evil-doer! Villain! You do not frighten me!}'' As he screamed, flecks of spittle mixed with the still-running blood from his broken nose, only attracting the giant diff --git a/stories/Baron_von_Eevl.The_Horrid.tex b/stories/Baron_von_Eevl.The_Horrid.tex index dfed9e1..2e66f4e 100644 --- a/stories/Baron_von_Eevl.The_Horrid.tex +++ b/stories/Baron_von_Eevl.The_Horrid.tex @@ -68,7 +68,7 @@ floor. I screamed and began to run away from him. He waved his hand high in the air and screamed after me. -``Bavarious, give me your gun and your badge, you drunken fool!'' He +``Bavarious, give me your gun and badge, you drunken fool!'' He screamed. ``McClenaghaaaaaan!'' I screamed right back at him. diff --git a/stories/Bonaventure.Horrider_R.tex b/stories/Bonaventure.Horrider_R.tex index 1cf958d..fd5b138 100644 --- a/stories/Bonaventure.Horrider_R.tex +++ b/stories/Bonaventure.Horrider_R.tex @@ -92,9 +92,9 @@ screamed out in dying death forever. The head doppelganger screamed as all the blood and pus and bones exploded out of him like in a Mortal Kombat fatality. -``Another day another time the earth was saved from -dopplegangers by Luke Bavarious'' said Luke Bavarious as he -walked away in slow motion. Behind him, the factory exploded. +``Another day, another time the earth is saved from dopplegangers by +Luke Bavarious,'' said Luke Bavarious, walking away in slow +motion. Behind him, the factory exploded. diff --git a/stories/Creflo_Chronicle.Black_Rive.tex b/stories/Creflo_Chronicle.Black_Rive.tex index c4c82f2..1f01694 100644 --- a/stories/Creflo_Chronicle.Black_Rive.tex +++ b/stories/Creflo_Chronicle.Black_Rive.tex @@ -5,7 +5,7 @@ -The horrid, crushing sound of a gushing river broke through Luke +\noindent The horrid, crushing sound of a gushing river broke through Luke Bavarius's rushing mind. He had awoken from a deep sleep to the sound. The horrid sound. He had a hangover from too many Coors, and it was driving him mad. Ever since the alley, where the ghoul had diff --git a/stories/Decatur_Fist.The_Last_N.tex b/stories/Decatur_Fist.The_Last_N.tex index 6cc976e..2fbd076 100644 --- a/stories/Decatur_Fist.The_Last_N.tex +++ b/stories/Decatur_Fist.The_Last_N.tex @@ -15,7 +15,7 @@ Nothing. With a sigh that poured from his mouth with a torrent of non-amused frustration -Luke Bavarious pulled a small slip of paper from his pocket and +Luke Bavarious pulled a small slip of paper from his pock\-et and wadded it up and tossed it into the waste receptacle with the precision of a black man that shoots basketball in a Lakers jersey. As a fan of black culture Bavarious was known for his hoop skills. diff --git a/stories/Dr__Mulholland.The_Horrid.tex b/stories/Dr__Mulholland.The_Horrid.tex index 92fb5ab..7280fa7 100644 --- a/stories/Dr__Mulholland.The_Horrid.tex +++ b/stories/Dr__Mulholland.The_Horrid.tex @@ -1,5 +1,5 @@ \chapter{The Horrid Assignment} -\by{Dr.~Mulholland} +\by{Dr.\ Mulholland} @@ -114,7 +114,7 @@ green cut grass. -Bavarious woke up. He had fallen asleep. He had dreamed of what +Bavarious woke up; he had fallen asleep. He had dreamed of what happened in the mob bosses house 50 years ago. Then he realized. He was the kid of his dreams. Bavarious let out a scream and turned and ran and went out the front door. He tried to open the door on diff --git a/stories/Funk_In_Shoe.I_am___bf_.tex b/stories/Funk_In_Shoe.I_am___bf_.tex index 1d34a5c..888c49c 100644 --- a/stories/Funk_In_Shoe.I_am___bf_.tex +++ b/stories/Funk_In_Shoe.I_am___bf_.tex @@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ in person? No? Could you put that down Bic pen already? You know the clicking, and all. I get skittish, too. Honestly it's alright. -You DO seem horribly tense. I am not, let me assure you, Mr. Ehl +You {\em do} seem horribly tense. I am not, let me assure you, Mr. Ehl Bee. There is no need to go all star struck on me. I am as much of a nobody as you are, probably more of a nobody. @@ -162,8 +162,8 @@ function back in those days. Well it started out as a sort of joke, you know. -Don't-You-Drink-Too-Much-Sweetie-Or-You'll-Get-Us-Mixed -up. Shits and giggles and lots of fun at parties with my Dad and +``Don't you drink too much, sweetie, or you'll get us mixed +up''. Shits and giggles and lots of fun at parties with my Dad and his brother showing up in identical suits and my mom pretending to accidentally kiss the wrong clone et cetera. @@ -385,7 +385,7 @@ fucking profile. I don't even fucking care. You think I haven't told this story? Who {\em told} you this story? Was it Luke? Mr. Ehl -Bee, mr. Writing-under-a-Pseudonym-to-be-artsy-Biddick, with his +Bee, Mr.\ Writing-under-a-Pseudonym-to-be-artsy-Biddick, with his prodigious talent and his intense, {\em fucking} eyebrows that he probably picks like a bitch? Was it? It wasn't. It was me. I want you to stand up, walk over to that bookshelf right there. Go diff --git a/stories/Ghost_Hat.Invisible_.tex b/stories/Ghost_Hat.Invisible_.tex index cae56e3..57e465f 100644 --- a/stories/Ghost_Hat.Invisible_.tex +++ b/stories/Ghost_Hat.Invisible_.tex @@ -20,7 +20,7 @@ it. Lurking about the corners. Hiding in the shadows. She thought it was her imagination. She thought she had been going insane. They -said you showed the first signs of schizophrenia when you became a +said you showed the first signs of schi\-zo\-phre\-nia when you became a teenager. But then, it must have slipped up, for she had seen it squarely, with both eyes. What's more, it knew. @@ -48,7 +48,7 @@ find out. -How she had wished she had paid better attention! Though even if +How she wished she had paid better attention! Though even if she had spotted the creature earlier she would not have known how to defend herself against it. It had been following her for weeks though. Weeks in which some shadowy thing had been watching her, diff --git a/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Untitled.tex b/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Untitled.tex index 8daad89..61ffe7e 100644 --- a/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Untitled.tex +++ b/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Untitled.tex @@ -135,7 +135,7 @@ younger. -``Oh,'' he said, rising from his coffin. ``You mean +``Oh,'' he said, rising from his coffin, ``you mean the traitor.'' diff --git a/stories/Knuc_If_U_Buck.The_Horrif.tex b/stories/Knuc_If_U_Buck.The_Horrif.tex index d135409..bd2b212 100644 --- a/stories/Knuc_If_U_Buck.The_Horrif.tex +++ b/stories/Knuc_If_U_Buck.The_Horrif.tex @@ -52,7 +52,7 @@ begins to wear off. I grit my teeth to keep the cascade of bloody lung chunks at bay. Looking up after containing myself I see a ring of children. -The child I was following is being welcomed into the group. I +The child I am following is being welcomed into the group. I notice at this stage the the children are just rotting husks in varying states of decay. They begin moving in a kind of reverie cadence. Mesmerised, I pull myself up from the stump that I had diff --git a/stories/Lord_Humongus.The_Cellar.tex b/stories/Lord_Humongus.The_Cellar.tex index bc68c7d..4877857 100644 --- a/stories/Lord_Humongus.The_Cellar.tex +++ b/stories/Lord_Humongus.The_Cellar.tex @@ -31,9 +31,7 @@ what he could do. He ran into Suzy, his sister, she teased him and called him a pussy. {\em She called me a cat that's not insulting why would she -call me - -a cat?} thought Luke. +call me a cat?} thought Luke. diff --git a/stories/Lorentz_Factor.It_s_just_.tex b/stories/Lorentz_Factor.It_s_just_.tex index 3286b36..d8b6d31 100644 --- a/stories/Lorentz_Factor.It_s_just_.tex +++ b/stories/Lorentz_Factor.It_s_just_.tex @@ -1,4 +1,4 @@ -\chapter{It's just me, 'Luke'} +\chapter{It's just me, `Luke'} \by{Lorentz Factor} diff --git a/stories/Lynxifer.The_Orches.tex b/stories/Lynxifer.The_Orches.tex index aecb732..962a9af 100644 --- a/stories/Lynxifer.The_Orches.tex +++ b/stories/Lynxifer.The_Orches.tex @@ -215,7 +215,7 @@ precious grey matter and I squeezed. -The round screamed through my head and smashed through my +The round screamed through my head, smashing through my skull. diff --git a/stories/Orgasmo.Make_My_Da.tex b/stories/Orgasmo.Make_My_Da.tex index cc14e8e..7cff4f3 100644 --- a/stories/Orgasmo.Make_My_Da.tex +++ b/stories/Orgasmo.Make_My_Da.tex @@ -77,40 +77,27 @@ dangerous missions. I howled into the night: -{\em ``Pump up the jam - -Pump it up - +\begin{quote} +Pump up the jam \\ +Pump it up \\ A pump it up - yo pump it - - -Pump up the jam - -Pump it up - +Pump up the jam \\ +Pump it up \\ A pump it up - yo pump it - - -I don't want - -A place to stay - -Get - your booty - on the floor tonight - +I don't want \\ +A place to stay \\ +Get --- your booty --- on the floor tonight \\ Make my day +I don't want \\ +A place to stay \\ +Get --- your booty --- on the floor tonight \\ +Make my --- +\end{quote} -I don't want - -A place to stay - -Get - your booty - on the floor tonight - -Make my -} - A kid stepped out onto the path. His clothes were in tatters and he @@ -141,7 +128,7 @@ this unexpected ordeal and continued on my way. At the Seaport, an eerie quiet abounded. One boat had some lights on but it was offshore. I rappelled down the Brooklyn Bridge and -back-flipped onto the deck. I lay crouched for a few minutes, my +back-flipped onto the deck. I lay there crouched for a few minutes, my duster billowing in the wind, eyes scanning the deck for movement. diff --git a/stories/Paracetamol_Boy.The_Smile.tex b/stories/Paracetamol_Boy.The_Smile.tex index 85da94e..c725ded 100644 --- a/stories/Paracetamol_Boy.The_Smile.tex +++ b/stories/Paracetamol_Boy.The_Smile.tex @@ -66,11 +66,11 @@ no lips, only teeth. I shook. ``Daddy, what are you doing?'' the shadow on the right enquired meekly. Sasha? -``Daddy{\ldots}daddy's going away for a while,'' I whispered. The knife +``Daddy{\ldots} daddy's going away for a while,'' I whispered. The knife was still in my hand, in front of my chest, frozen in place. -``Look{\ldots}daddy can't be with you guys for very long anymore. I won't -be alive for long{\ldots}I must go.'' +``Look{\ldots} daddy can't be with you guys for very long anymore. I won't +be alive for long{\ldots} I must go.'' ``But you can't go, Daddy.'' The silhouette on the left was still smiling, the white of his teeth glowing eerily in the darkness. ``If @@ -78,11 +78,11 @@ you go{\ldots}I'll eat Sasha.'' The teeth spread to a grin. -``Johnny{\ldots}'' I gasped. As I looked on, Johnny's grin seemed to grow -wider and wider. The rows of teeth separated to form a hole between +``Johnny,'' I gasped. As I looked on, Johnny's grin seemed to +grow wider and wider. The rows of teeth separated to form a hole between them, and the hole widened to a yawning chasm of unfathomable darkness. A different voice emanated from the hole. ``Daddy,'' it -drawled. ``If you go{\ldots}I'll eat Sasha.'' +drawled. ``If you go{\ldots} I'll eat Sasha.'' @@ -92,7 +92,7 @@ as far apart as a basketball, face torn apart by a chasm. My vision blurred and it became increasingly difficult to breathe. The knife dropped from my hand. Between ragged breaths, I gasped -weakly. ``Johnny{\ldots}you have your mother's smile.'' +weakly. ``Johnny{\ldots} you have your mother's smile.'' diff --git a/stories/Part_of_Everything.The_Death_.tex b/stories/Part_of_Everything.The_Death_.tex index c81b636..a37dd1d 100644 --- a/stories/Part_of_Everything.The_Death_.tex +++ b/stories/Part_of_Everything.The_Death_.tex @@ -12,8 +12,8 @@ pet store at the end of the strip. -Suddenly a little boy sitting on a mall bench yelled out. ``Hey -mister! I don't think you should go in there,'' he hollered. +Suddenly a little boy sitting on a mall bench hollered out. ``Hey +mister! I don't think you should go in there,'' he yelled. diff --git a/stories/Ridgely__Fan.The_Cocoon.tex b/stories/Ridgely__Fan.The_Cocoon.tex index 3c36703..f839899 100644 --- a/stories/Ridgely__Fan.The_Cocoon.tex +++ b/stories/Ridgely__Fan.The_Cocoon.tex @@ -68,7 +68,7 @@ here{\ldots} -``Mr. Bravarious, I can barely hear you through the speaker. +``Mr. Bravarious, I can just barely hear you through the speaker. Why don't you come down and talk to me through the bars? I'd like to talk man to man anyway.'' diff --git a/stories/Scissorfighter.The_Book.tex b/stories/Scissorfighter.The_Book.tex index 09332f9..0da4854 100644 --- a/stories/Scissorfighter.The_Book.tex +++ b/stories/Scissorfighter.The_Book.tex @@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ murdered in the house. It was a horrid house. The book had leathery bindings and a feint smell of some -body-emitted liquid he couldn't quite recall. He thought briefly of +body-emitted liquid that he couldn't quite recall. He thought briefly of pus or urine but decided that wasn't quite it. He then remembered that he was angry. He angrily threw open the cover and looked at the writing. It was in Latin so entirely hieroglyphic, but he saw diff --git a/stories/Sleepless_Dreamer.Reunion_Un.tex b/stories/Sleepless_Dreamer.Reunion_Un.tex index 9904e60..4720482 100644 --- a/stories/Sleepless_Dreamer.Reunion_Un.tex +++ b/stories/Sleepless_Dreamer.Reunion_Un.tex @@ -1,4 +1,4 @@ -\chapter{Reunion Under a Blood Red Moon} +\chapter[Reunion]{Reunion Under a Blood Red Moon} \by{Sleepless Dreamer} @@ -106,17 +106,3 @@ disappear.'' Luke smiled and said to no one in particular: ``Psychiatrists, what do they know?'' -* * * - - -I actually like the alternate ending more than the original one, -however the alternate one is closer to what I usually write. - - - -Hopefully I managed to make something bad and good at the same -time. - - - - diff --git a/stories/Smokey.Thursday.tex b/stories/Smokey.Thursday.tex index 2df6eaf..16c42d6 100644 --- a/stories/Smokey.Thursday.tex +++ b/stories/Smokey.Thursday.tex @@ -58,7 +58,7 @@ name anyhow mister?'' asked Luke. \section*{Chapter 2} The next morning, AC picked Luke up in his light blue 2003 Dodge -Caravan. They whistled the theme song to ``The Adams +Caravan. They whistled the theme song to ``The Addams Family'' in perfect unison as they headed to the karate dojo to learn some much needed self defense. @@ -99,7 +99,7 @@ Luke said. -Their laughter echoed throughout the otherwise quiet +Their laughter echoed through the otherwise quiet neighborhood. diff --git a/stories/SummerGlaucoma.Bavarious_.tex b/stories/SummerGlaucoma.Bavarious_.tex index 52b3ff4..e45a5c3 100644 --- a/stories/SummerGlaucoma.Bavarious_.tex +++ b/stories/SummerGlaucoma.Bavarious_.tex @@ -17,7 +17,7 @@ humanly possible. -{\em Who am I? Who amI? whoami?whoamiwhoam--} +{\em Who am I? Who amI? whoami?whoamiwhoam---} diff --git a/stories/Syphilicious_.What_Lurks.tex b/stories/Syphilicious_.What_Lurks.tex index 62da834..fe1f83b 100644 --- a/stories/Syphilicious_.What_Lurks.tex +++ b/stories/Syphilicious_.What_Lurks.tex @@ -178,7 +178,7 @@ wordlessly at each other, then she utters a soft cry and flees back into the bathroom. I hear a soft click as she locks the door behind her. I sigh and walk over, knocking on the door. ``Mrs. McCannshire, I'm sorry -about Jasper, okay? I shouldn't have\ldots done that, but he was, I mean he +about Jasper, okay? I shouldn't have\ldots{} done that, but he was, I mean he was attacking me. There was nothing else I could do.'' I continued to apologize while I listened to her sobs, trying to look diff --git a/stories/Torgo_.Brian.tex b/stories/Torgo_.Brian.tex index 534be07..eb8376a 100644 --- a/stories/Torgo_.Brian.tex +++ b/stories/Torgo_.Brian.tex @@ -73,7 +73,7 @@ large tracks. -Soon after this Brian started hearing noises from his closet again. +Soon after this, Brian started hearing noises from his closet again. It was the same as before. All Brian could do was cower under the sheets until the morning light returned. diff --git a/stories/Twigand_Berries.The_Sack_o.tex b/stories/Twigand_Berries.The_Sack_o.tex index c5f02c2..91dcdc3 100644 --- a/stories/Twigand_Berries.The_Sack_o.tex +++ b/stories/Twigand_Berries.The_Sack_o.tex @@ -373,7 +373,7 @@ fear. -I pointed at his dirty nut sack hanging from the bar. ``Fiend! You +I pointed at his dirty nut sack hanging from the bar. ``You fiend! You almost crushed my ribs! You tried to dirty me with your geriatric filth!'' diff --git a/stories/Unununium.The_Scarec.tex b/stories/Unununium.The_Scarec.tex index 60b4c4c..27a842e 100644 --- a/stories/Unununium.The_Scarec.tex +++ b/stories/Unununium.The_Scarec.tex @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ to the center of the field. Looking out, he knew he had a long way to go. His revolver sat snuggly in his jean pockets. He wasn't afraid to use it if he was heard. -Luke's sneakers sunk into the moist soil, as he crept through the +Luke's white sneakers sunk into the moist soil, as he crept through the corn field. He knew something was up. The full moon shined brightly into the center of the corn field. In the center of the field stood a mounted scarecrow. Its eyes beamed like an illuminating light, diff --git a/stories/Zahgaegun.The_Pus_St.tex b/stories/Zahgaegun.The_Pus_St.tex index 1cf057b..72b3dff 100644 --- a/stories/Zahgaegun.The_Pus_St.tex +++ b/stories/Zahgaegun.The_Pus_St.tex @@ -17,8 +17,8 @@ It's what I do. My name is Luke Bavarious; hitman, soldier, I had been called to this sweaty place, Arabia, to kill some guys. This was an honorable job, a soldier's mission. ``We need some guys -killed so we called you'', they said on the phone. And here I was, -in this God-forsaken hellhole, hunched over this screen, hoping for +killed, so we called you'', they said on the phone. So here I was, +in this Godforsaken hellhole, hunched over this screen, hoping for a morsel of communication from Home, something to feed my rotting brain, to let me know that there was a Reason To Fight, To Live. diff --git a/stories/antiloquax.The_Unexpe.tex b/stories/antiloquax.The_Unexpe.tex index ae7249c..589fad9 100644 --- a/stories/antiloquax.The_Unexpe.tex +++ b/stories/antiloquax.The_Unexpe.tex @@ -1,4 +1,4 @@ -\chapter{The Unexpected Shocking Surprise} +\chapter[The Surprise]{The Unexpected Shocking Surprise} \by{antiloquax} @@ -43,10 +43,10 @@ Then he crept along the church. -As he tiptoed quietly through the rotting, crumbling church, he saw -that everything was black except for places that were illuminated -by the pale blue light of the moon. It was a full moon. A full moon -just like the night his father died. +As he tiptoed quietly through the rotting and crumbling church, he saw +that everything was black except for places that were illuminated by the +pale blue light of the moon. It was a full moon. A full moon just like +the night his father died. @@ -70,7 +70,7 @@ crucifix with gore and rust colored blood. -Luke Bavarious wanted to vomit, but not because of the head that +Luke Bavarious wanted to vomit---not because of the head that had exploded and the brains that were on his clothes, but because he had finally killed the man who had killed his father. The man who had killed his father had never been caught. diff --git a/stories/benitocereno.The_Beginn.tex b/stories/benitocereno.The_Beginn.tex index a31f074..91d18b6 100644 --- a/stories/benitocereno.The_Beginn.tex +++ b/stories/benitocereno.The_Beginn.tex @@ -2,7 +2,7 @@ \by{benitocereno} -Minutes later, to the sound of gunshots, Rogue Davix awoke from his +Minutes later, to the sound of gunshots, Rogue Davix aw\-oke from his horrible dream. The lumps, all of the lumps, were nothing more than a satanic vision. The dreams were always the same. Aliens, darkness, another world. If he didn't have amnesia maybe he @@ -59,13 +59,12 @@ defying the gods trying to keep him down. Luke was right, outside more sounds began to stir. The ghouls could -smell the evil cocktail of blood and vomit through the broken -window, and they were hungry. Luke handed Rogue his spare -Beretta. +smell the evil cocktail of blood and vomit wafting through the broken +window, and they were hungry. Luke handed Rogue his spare Beretta. -``I hope you know how to use this thing,'' he snarled +``I hope you know how to use this,'' he snarled through his clenched teeth. Rogue popped the safety off. diff --git a/stories/lemonlime.A_Butter_K.tex b/stories/lemonlime.A_Butter_K.tex index b0f2209..5efaf9a 100644 --- a/stories/lemonlime.A_Butter_K.tex +++ b/stories/lemonlime.A_Butter_K.tex @@ -62,7 +62,7 @@ be instantly caught by the keen eye of Bavarious. -There was a knock at his bedroom door and then it opened. Luke +There was a knock at his bedroom door, and it opened. Luke Bavarious stood there and he said, ``I'm sorry, Kid, what you're gotta live with is wrong. Just run back as quick as you can. Get in your chair and I'll come in a bit later to shake him out of it. I diff --git a/stories/mboger.Luke_From_.tex b/stories/mboger.Luke_From_.tex index 27b8f39..140d278 100644 --- a/stories/mboger.Luke_From_.tex +++ b/stories/mboger.Luke_From_.tex @@ -116,7 +116,7 @@ pick one out. This shit is expensive. I raise the jewel encrusted ceremonial sacrificial dagger over Bill's body. His eyes widen in terror. It's the only movement he's -capable of making, thanks to the knock-out/paralyzing toxic serum, +capable of making, thanks to the knock-out / paralyzing toxic serum, which also wasn't cheap, by the way. I can't stress enough how much money this whole thing has set me back. diff --git a/stories/murdered_by_owls.The_One_Ac.tex b/stories/murdered_by_owls.The_One_Ac.tex index b6a7a64..2a53087 100644 --- a/stories/murdered_by_owls.The_One_Ac.tex +++ b/stories/murdered_by_owls.The_One_Ac.tex @@ -197,7 +197,7 @@ infinite silken darkness. -But before the dissonance of that crazy awakening reaches its +But before the dissonance of that crazy awakening rea\-ches its crescendo, I'm going to perform the one act remaining for me in this world. diff --git a/stories/reasonable_form.The_Six_Si.tex b/stories/reasonable_form.The_Six_Si.tex index fdc2590..404f23c 100644 --- a/stories/reasonable_form.The_Six_Si.tex +++ b/stories/reasonable_form.The_Six_Si.tex @@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ he had never seen before. Looking at his leg he saw his leg hair barely coming in, because he was 8 years old and his age was between 5 and 10. -``Barney it's time to stop dreaming!'' Barney's father, Aragorn, +``Barney it's time to stop dreaming!'' Barney's father, Ara\-gorn, laboriously squeaked. And then he saw the rectangle that he would instantly recognize in @@ -90,13 +90,8 @@ grandmother. And he realized he could not stop the cubes, that he too would be lost in the face of ev- -``BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN THE MOUNTAIN TOP AND UPON IS ARE -RECTANGLES!'' - - - -edited because I can, and because I only want a few misspellings in -my masterpiece. +``{\bf Because I have seen the mountain top and upon is are +rectangles}!'' diff --git a/stories/rinski.The_Mansio.tex b/stories/rinski.The_Mansio.tex index ae58951..a0f6c0b 100644 --- a/stories/rinski.The_Mansio.tex +++ b/stories/rinski.The_Mansio.tex @@ -22,7 +22,7 @@ Earlier that day a local kid had tried to stop Luke. ``Don't go to the haunted mansion. It's too dangerous. It kills people. It never loses.'' -``I think I can handle myself, kid.'' Luke said, +``I think I can handle myself, kid,'' Luke said, smirking. @@ -54,7 +54,7 @@ back to again cover the furniture. ``Getting the treasure from this haunted mansion will be a -breeze.'' Luke asserted, smirking. +breeze,'' Luke asserted, smirking. @@ -62,7 +62,7 @@ The next room was a gigantic ball room with chandeliers and a wooden floor. One wall was covered in old oil paintings. The other wall was a gigantic window with giant red curtains. He could see the garden. The hedges looked ominous. ``Probably plant -monsters.'' Luke murmured. He took a step into the room. +monsters,'' Luke murmured. He took a step into the room. Suddenly, zombies were clawing their way out of the wooden floor. Their empty eye sockets were slick with green rot. It glinted sickly in the moon light. Luke's nostrils were attacked by @@ -129,7 +129,7 @@ dissolving. -``I'd better get out of here.'' Luke intoned, +``I'd better get out of here,'' Luke intoned, smirking. @@ -150,7 +150,7 @@ appeared in front of him. It was the boy from before. -``The mansion never loses.'' The boy said, watching Luke +``The mansion never loses,'' the boy said, watching Luke fall. @@ -164,7 +164,7 @@ acid. -``The mansion never loses.'' The boy repeated. He +``The mansion never loses,'' the boy repeated. He smirked. Then he disappeared. diff --git a/stories/slackerpride.The_Area_t.tex b/stories/slackerpride.The_Area_t.tex index e5e86c3..09c54e7 100644 --- a/stories/slackerpride.The_Area_t.tex +++ b/stories/slackerpride.The_Area_t.tex @@ -36,7 +36,7 @@ teeth glowing like the moon. Suddenly, it started raining. The sky vomited it's tears on Bavarius, thankfully he was wearing his hat. {\em Never leave home -without}, Bavarius mused. It was coming down in sheets, like +without it}, Bavarius mused. It was coming down in sheets, like cats and dogs, and it made everything slick --- except for Bavarius' vision, which was as sharp as ever. @@ -239,7 +239,7 @@ display. The bloody vomit creature spattered all over Bavarius's face and body. His white shirt was now rusty looking with blobs of trash sticking to it. Bavarius could taste it --- not just the -creature'S gooey body but impending revenge. +creature's gooey body but impending revenge. @@ -253,7 +253,7 @@ it up. -Cocking his baretta, Bavarius stood and grinned. He knew what he +Cocking his Baretta, Bavarius stood and grinned. He knew what he must do next. He knew it was going to be ugly. He took a nice long drag from his stale smoke and exhaled. He placed that loaded gun back into his rain soaked jacket pocket. diff --git a/stories/taurapo.The_Child.tex b/stories/taurapo.The_Child.tex index 9ab771d..ba92dc5 100644 --- a/stories/taurapo.The_Child.tex +++ b/stories/taurapo.The_Child.tex @@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ stairs. -It is there he witnessed a sight that made him vomit harder than he +It is there that he witnessed a sight that made him vomit harder than he ever vomited before, a child who couldn't have been older than a year or six was being raped by what he could only describe as a extremely hairy ape. @@ -39,8 +39,8 @@ lifeless corpse of a dead man. A closer examination gave room for the ugly truth, the bullet form Luke's Beretta had penetrated the skull of the now lifeless -corpse who Luke Bavarius recognized as Raymond Von Strathburgh an -ultra conservative right wing Christian with a PHD in +corpse that Luke Bavarius recognized as belonging to Raymond Von Strathburgh: an +ultra-conservative right-wing Christian with a Ph.D.\ in Creationism. @@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ inducing crime' to live. -Unwillingly Luke Bavarius raised his Beretta for the slaughter of +Unwillingly Luke raised his Beretta for the slaughter of another innocent man, upon seeing Luke take aim the man froze with fear while simultaneously shitting and pissing his pants, the horror of the situation dawned upon Luke Bavarius as he decided to