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I am colourblind, fashionblind and lazy.

Nah I'm not bad. *wink*

 But I made a promise to someone I like and if you know me then you know that when I like someone I make promises to them.
 I need to make this blog look snazy and stuff. Make it stand out and not cause extreme caustic eye burn.
In short
(and it pains me to say this-but not much)

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 (What the?)

                  (Does anyone else see these lines or is just my computer?!)

(So bloody weird... Who knows what these are O.o) 

                                  (I'll just ignore them. You should too.)

(Unless you can't see them..)                                   (Maybe they will go away if we pretend we are not looking)

 

 

 (...sEriosuly Im freaking out, man......)

 

 

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Not only that. I want a team effort. Anything you do will be thoroughly credited to you.

Let's turn that frown into a frown of concentration!

Design, smeshdine. If you wanna write something youre welcome to leave it here.

If you don't want to write something Then DUDE start believing in yourself you can do it!

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The Guardian Of Pradosh

A man was dying on a moon.
The advanced suit that was wrapped around his broken body, beeped and flashed red showing him exactly which of his numerous wounds was killing him.
While it had hardened around the damaged areas acting like a tourniquet and given him the drugs that deadened the pain and kept him conscious he was simply too broken for the suits rudimentary life support systems to keep from bleeding out let alone manage to heal him to a functional level.
So, in short, he was dying.

Painfully slowly he managed to turn and lie on what was left of his back. From there he could use the suits exoskeleton to turn his head and take a look around. 
At first he thought he was in a city 

"On this moon?"
but he soon realized that what lay around him where huge wrecks, pieces of the Hoyden the ship that until today he had been stationed on. Twenty years he had been aboard, his fellow crew acting as a family and the ship as a spacefaring home.
All gone now...





He was heading the same way. Just a few minutes ago he could see a large piece of wreckage which looked like an engine yet it had now faded in darkness. Slowly the darkness was approaching as if it was coming to engulf him.
He closed his eyes and waited for the end.

"Wait...The Darkness moves?"
His eyes flew open. Engaging the small servomotors of his suit he turned his head.
While on his left it was getting darker everything on his right looked normal.
He briefly considered that he was hallucinating nice bright lights from blood loss or the suit administrating too much pain relief but he felt pretty clearheaded.

That left one possibility.
He looked up.
And the world looked back at him. 

Pradosh the inhabited planet of this system which this moon orbited looked huge from this distance, covered most of what he could see.
The man lay stunned for a while for seeing the planet from this close had overloaded what his senses could handle. As he cleared his head he figured out what was casuing the enroaching darkness.

A Pradosh day was long as it's orbit was quite wide but it's moon orbited it in what would be 12 Terran hours. For 1 of those hours Pradosh stood between the moon and the sun effectively performing a daily eclipse. During this hour the moon's temperature drops considerably to reach
-113°C from it's usual 86°C.

He could see that was what was about to happen. Even now only half of the sun was visible, his suits visor automatically shielding him from the full glare. 
This was very bad news. Normally his spacesuit, a standard model Orlon 633X, could withstand temperatures down to 130 in extreme circumstances.
That would be quite useful if the aforementioned hadn't had a few dozen holes riddled on it. The holes had been sealed with an anti-breach foam but it was not enough and he would freeze to death in a matter of minutes. He doubted the pain relief drugs could keep him from feeling himself slowly burn from cold.
The best outcome he could say was that he died before that happened.

 "Fuck" he managed to breath out.





 TO BE CONTINUED.

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Don't look at me like that..

I didn't misspell year. Yes, I admit I started out to write year but I though how trite and predictable that would be and how awesome Piratespeak is so I changed my mind.




Now where to begin...
There's a lot of changes, things happening but not many writable things unless you want to hear "10 ways of doing Laundry wrong" or "What did I find behind the sofa" type of stuff but I respect my audience's intelligence level far too much to abuse the trust in this writer-reader relationship. On an unrelated note I want to write a book called "Too much Bullshit? Never.".  (Those fullstops look wrong but they are right, oh the horrors of writing >.<)


Thinkersoup itself is ongoing change as I toy with how it looks.
We've had a good year but to be honest it's only been 4 months and that's not really a year. I think we got too excited there. Please, calm down.

Anyway if you think Thinkersoup looks like shit then you a very rude dude and anyway chilax.
I started, got tired and left it halfway done. I'll prrooobably get to it after work. You know how I roll, right? ;-]


Wow, this is a rambling post. I think it's because of those energy drinks I drank. I realize now that when your wondering to yourself how many is it safe to drink then you should have stopped 20 minutes ago but I guess everyone needs a weakness.



Someone told me that Thinkersoup was dead.
(Well, okay he doesn't exist, I just made him up for dramatization purposes but just go with the flow, all shall be explained)
And it's true, I do not update this site very often but I do think about doing so and that certainly puts it in a semi-coma situation and not a cemetery.

I'm 67% definitely sure I will write much more now.
So there.




Feel free to suggest stuff about Thinkersoup, any cool ideas, make up a story or tell me to go bang my head on the floor (or) in the comments box, let's hear some noise!


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