After yesterday's surprise venture into Sailor Moon territory, I did a little brainstorming at lunchtime and wrote down a few ideas. One of them was this very rough concept for an opening.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Quote:It's not much, but I think it gets the idea across better than the confusing exchange in the other thread.
I don't remember any of this, but the journal entries from which I constructed this particular account were in my helmet. Locked with my password. And from a period for which I have no memories. I cannot vouch for their truth. I cannot answer any questions about this span of time. I can only assume that this actually happened. What I *remember* is arriving on that Earth, and spending a year living an ordinary, average life while searching for the next gate song. I don't remember anything that this account claims happened, or the people with whom Iam supposed to have experienced it. At all.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.