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IRQ: Sep 9, 2001; SUCK A DICK, DUMBSHITS!

thornghost posted:

If I know one thing about women, it is that they are ALWAYS waking up. Like once a day at the very least. This seems quite realistic.

I tend to have the opposite problem.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 16:17

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# ? May 15, 2024 04:03

Fatkraken: Jun 23, 2005; Fun-time is over.

Every chapter should start out with the POV character being woken up by morning sunlight. All of them

# ? Sep 28, 2012 16:55

Arbite: Nov 4, 2009

thornghost posted:

Fixed it. There's your recipe right there.

Blade_of_tyshalle posted:

Perhaps you've heard of anal fisting, Arbite. But what about anal fisting with a roasted glazed lamb shank, followed by a delicious rear end-to-mouth?

Goddamn it people, I'm not the one who decided they should be 13 and 15. I'm transcribing WCW commentary in lieu of tits because otherwise we're all going get arrested instead of rich. These are the palate cleansing/afterglow chapters. Here, have some Major Gunns and come back when you've calmed down.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 17:03

thornghost: Oct 11, 2010; I have a picture of me with GRRM. He looks less than enthused.

Which characters are you writing about? Only Ardi and Brendan (and their respective partners) are underaged. Sensa is good to go.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 19:14

Thulsa Doom: Jun 20, 2011; Ezekiel 23:20

Uh, all the girls in those tapestries are over eighteen.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 21:19

Azure_Horizon: Mar 27, 2010; by Reene

IRQ posted:

I tend to have the opposite problem.

You're a girl goon? Well, it all makes sense.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 21:27

whowhatwhere: Mar 15, 2010; SHINee's back

Wait, how would that make anything more understandable :psyduck:

# ? Sep 28, 2012 21:28

The Anime Liker: Aug 8, 2009; by VideoGames

whowhatwhere posted:

Wait, how would that make anything more understandable

A_H is used to women being repulsed by him.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 21:35

Azure_Horizon: Mar 27, 2010; by Reene

A GLISTENING HODOR posted:

A_H is used to women being repulsed by him.

Women aren't repulsed by me and I'm not into them anyway.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 21:56

IRQ: Sep 9, 2001; SUCK A DICK, DUMBSHITS!

whowhatwhere posted:

Wait, how would that make anything more understandable

I'm not even sure A_H knows what he thought he meant there.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 21:58

SaviourX: Sep 30, 2003; The only true Catwoman is Julie Newmar, Lee Meriwether, or Eartha Kitt.

Man, everything I write is still coming out straightlaced, even when it's trying to intentionally be bad (the opposite of 50 Shades, I guess??). And everything posted here is too ridiculous, so it ends up right in the middle of:
straight erotic -> too over the top -> so bad that it's terribly bad that it's funny.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 22:06

The Anime Liker: Aug 8, 2009; by VideoGames

SaviourX posted:

Man, everything I write is still coming out straightlaced, even when it's trying to intentionally be bad (the opposite of 50 Shades, I guess??). And everything posted here is too ridiculous, so it ends up right in the middle of:
straight erotic -> too over the top -> so bad that it's terribly bad that it's funny.

How hard can it be? Just crib from Stephanie Meyer.

e: there should totally be a POV character so heartbroken by a breakup that there's three blank pages.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 22:09

Urdnot Fire: Feb 13, 2012

A GLISTENING HODOR posted:

e: there should totally be a POV character so heartbroken by a breakup that there's three blank pages.

That can be Brendan after he finds out whatsherface is really a guy. It'll make his later acceptance that much more poignant.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 22:21

The Anime Liker: Aug 8, 2009; by VideoGames

Urdnot Fire posted:

That can be Brendan after he finds out whatsherface is really a guy. It'll make his later acceptance that much more poignant.

Motion carries.

# ? Sep 28, 2012 22:26

kcroy: May 30, 2002; by Nyc_Tattoo

A GLISTENING HODOR posted:

Randroid aside, look at that nerd's ergonomic keyboard with trackball.

OMG I want to never stop giving him wedgies.

He doesn't just have a trackball. He swapped out the standard ball for an 8-ball. I know and love that trackball - Kensington Turbo Mouse.

It is a god amongst mice. And not only is it discontinued, but they didn't write win7 drivers for it. Truly a sad sad day for me. Their new version sucks rear end, and they made the ball slightly smaller to accommodate their terrible solution to page scrolling ( a ring around the ball ). Not only does the new model feel cheap - but you can no longer swap in a pool ball.

That mouse was the only thing that really helped my carpal tunnel. I learned to mouse with both hands to use it. It is one of the best interfaces ever.

And now its gone.

Feel all my nerd rage.

# ? Sep 29, 2012 00:29

IRQ: Sep 9, 2001; SUCK A DICK, DUMBSHITS!

Trackballs sucked, clit mice were the best.

# ? Sep 29, 2012 00:48

rejutka: May 28, 2004; by zen death robot

kcroy posted:

He doesn't just have a trackball. He swapped out the standard ball for an 8-ball. I know and love that trackball - Kensington Turbo Mouse.

It is a god amongst mice. And not only is it discontinued, but they didn't write win7 drivers for it. Truly a sad sad day for me. Their new version sucks rear end, and they made the ball slightly smaller to accommodate their terrible solution to page scrolling ( a ring around the ball ). Not only does the new model feel cheap - but you can no longer swap in a pool ball.

That mouse was the only thing that really helped my carpal tunnel. I learned to mouse with both hands to use it. It is one of the best interfaces ever.

And now its gone.

Feel all my nerd rage.

Masturbationrage.txt

# ? Sep 29, 2012 02:07

savinhill: Mar 28, 2010

Arbite posted:

Goddamn it people, I'm not the one who decided they should be 13 and 15. I'm transcribing WCW commentary in lieu of tits because otherwise we're all going get arrested instead of rich. These are the palate cleansing/afterglow chapters. Here, have some Major Gunns and come back when you've calmed down.

I'm gonna be reading your chapters first because I'm very intrigued on how the hell you're working this stuff into it. Will there be a Lord Poppa of the Pump too?

# ? Sep 29, 2012 04:35

rejutka: May 28, 2004; by zen death robot

savinhill posted:

I'm gonna be reading your chapters first because I'm very intrigued on how the hell you're working this stuff into it. Will there be a Lord Poppa of the Pump too?

BAH GAWD KING, POUND FOR POUND, JOFFREY BARATHEON IS THE BEST drat ATHLETE IN WESTEROS! :siren:

WHAT'S THIS? :siren:

*HOLLA IF YA HEAR ME*

YOUNG GRIFF HAS RUN IN THE RING, KING, HE'S RUN INTO THE RING AND, GODDAMN, THIS HAS TURNED INTO A SLOBBERKNOCKER. WHO IS THIS?

:siren:

MAGIC UNBELIEVABLE MOVE :siren:

BAH GAWD, KING, HE'S PULLED OFF AN UNBELIEVABLE, UNDESCRIBABLE MOVE!

KING?

KING?

...KING?

BAH GAWD, HE'S ASCENDED THE IRON THRONE IN ONE STROKE! WHAT A KING! WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLE ATHLETE!

:siren:

IS IN FACT ROBERT STRONG :siren:

# ? Sep 29, 2012 04:56

Blade_of_tyshalle: Jul 12, 2009; If you think that, along the way, you're not going to fail... you're blind.

There's no one I've ever met, no matter how successful they are, who hasn't said they had their failures along the way.

You gotta mention Jeffrey's 42" pythons, brother.

# ? Sep 29, 2012 05:00

rejutka: May 28, 2004; by zen death robot

Blade_of_tyshalle posted:

You gotta mention Jeffrey's 42" pythons, brother.

Nah, he got future endeavoured. :siren:

YOUNG GRIFF :siren:

# ? Sep 29, 2012 05:06

The Anime Liker: Aug 8, 2009; by VideoGames

You turds better be writing during the outage.

# ? Sep 29, 2012 19:49

Arbite: Nov 4, 2009

I've done it! Clyde is dead.

Chapter 5: Brendan posted:

�He�s coming alive!� yelled the Learned, �I�ve seen this before, we all have!�

�Oh he runs over Hogor!� declared Schemealonee �And again.�

�Hogor�s hurt.�

�Bitchoff is close at hand�

�At least the Wildling has someone out here on his side in Horse-Face� informed Tenaybrous, the most knowing of all.

�Bitchoff�s grabbed the referee, Horse-Face has come in the ring and... *clank* HORSE-FACE HIT THE WILDLING IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!�

�Why?!� Asked Tenaybrous.

�Why?� Asked the Learned.

�One... Hogor, he wins the match.�

�Here is your winner, Hollow-wood Hogor!� Exulted Penzeris.

�Hogor wiped out this young man five days ago... six days ago, and then he just comes in, and he just clocks him, and he clocks the Wilding and helps his uncle win the match. Learned, you�re right. Hogor... blood is thicker than water...�

�That�s gotta be it.�

�Ho gor Ho gor.�

�You passed the test, now what the heck do you call him now?�

�That�s what Hogor just said to him�

�He put eleven stitches into Horse-Face a couple days ago,�

�Yeah, there it is right there�

�He looks like a zipper.�

�What�s he doing now?�

�Wait...�

�Is that, is that flame fluid?�

�Yes it is!�

�Well, executing wildings who came over the fence by decapitation was judged to be too dull by our new lord, so it�s now immolation after trial by combat.�

�And here comes lord Brendan with the torch and... the wildling is burning, he�s the immolate wildling�

�Lord Brendan,� said the arenaside interviewer, �what do you have to say for yourself?�

Smiling at the audience, Brendan bellowed: �In the name of King Jeffrey and in fulfillment of my position as lord of the north, I hereby consign this wretch to death. May he find the peace he was looking for here... well, elsewhere.�

Silence and blank expressions greeted this pronouncement.

�Uh, it�s a shoot, brother,� he said, and then everyone stood up and clapped.

�And that was the end of the wildling.� Said Bitchoff, �Nobody ever said there had to be a happy ending.�

�Yes, I remember, I was there,� said Brendan, �Although having Hollow-wood and his guys win over and over seems to get a little old.�

�What do you know about storytelling? Just you watch, in another four years it�ll still be going,� declared Bitchoff.

�Maybe so� said Brendan. �Either way, they need to redo the audio in the amphitheatre, it was very difficult to tell what the announcers were saying over the crowd, the music and other noises.�

�That�s a small problem,� declared Bitchoff.

�If you say so,� said Brendan. �Can I go to sleep now?�

�Fine, but don�t forget to summon the herald of the Wildling Championship Wildfires hotline, he�ll be wearing the mean jeans and run all sorts of jokes into the ground.�

�Get out!�

The next day, Brendan awoke to hear fine news.

�Truly� he said with astonished joy, �She�s going to be coming here?�

�Yes, young master� Said seneschal Samumu. �Miri should be here within a fortnight.�

�Fantastic! Hey, do you know why it�s always night at the fort?�

�I do not, young mast...�

Samumu the seneschal was hit in the face by projectile rubber chicken.

�Yolo! Now get out of my room. By the seventeenish, why do we even have a reception area?�

The days, which had passed so quickly once his mother and sisters left him in peace, suddenly slowed to a crawl with the prospect of his old friend returning.

He had not seen Miri, the daughter of one of his father�s oldest vassals, for three years. The two of them had been fast friends growing up, and the opportunity to see her again was one that he relished.

He passed the time by reliving their many experiences together. Whether it was dealing with the 99 problems of being heir to a significant tract of land, hiding in the 36 chambers that made up the dungeon, and climbing the 50 centuries old tree near Autumn-Fall, they had enjoyed adventuring together. Now, with his dear friend only one day away he could scarcely contain his eagerness.

Brendan lay awake pondering what they could do together now. With his father�s death he was now lord of a large realm, though he was supposed to be watched over by a regent that was yet to be appointed. For the time he could do anything that he wanted. That was actually a good point.

�You can do anything you want, call yourself anything you want,� he reflected �so long as nothing stops you.�

Musing further �I am lord of this land not by divine right but because people obey me. I could declare myself lord of another land as well, and just kill as those who say otherwise. I can call myself the true king as long as I rid myself of the old one and his supporters. I can declare myself master of the Earth and impose such rule by force, all I would need to do is stop those who would stop me. Hah, I could even declare myself an immortal god-emperor, and I need only never die.�

Perhaps he needed to give these matters more thought. He was young, five years from being able to rule his demesne in his own right and the world was in a state of turmoil. He could be a hero in chaos, instead of just a competent lord in a time of peace. If he did not try and take advantage of this time of turmoil then he would be committing the greatest betrayal of all: betrayal of self.

Late night musings were always trouble, but what else was there in life for a clever boy of thirteen to fill the time? He was bored with WCW, had explored every stone in Autumn-Fall many times over, and was not involved in the day-to-day running of the realm that was his in name. Even the return of Miri, he thought with cold realization, would at best provide a momentary distraction. A few days, perhaps a week, and they would be all caught up and have nothing left to say to one another. He could not ask his father what he was supposed to do with the land or himself, there was supposed to be so much time for the two of them and now...

All he had left was his power, his mind, and the ambition take the world, chico, and everything in it. On that coldly comforting thought, he finally fell asleep.

The next day, having broken his fast at the Break Bad table with a feast of cuntry bread, and other puns, he went into the reception area to await the return of his friend.

�Ah well, it�ll still be nice to see her again. Who knows, maybe she will have some fun activities in mind.�

�My lord,� announced the herald, de Nimes, �May I present the Lady Miri, heir to the Bog and Marshes.

A smile appeared on his face as the great doors were opened, but his expression turned into a wide eyed gape as walking slowly through the arch was a not just a girl, but an angelic vision. Her hair was shoulder length and the colour of dark grapes, while her eyes had the deep colour of chocolate and peanut butter. Her complexion had the fair texture of White Scar mixed with Fenrisian Grey and she had full lips with a Mournfang Brown tinge. She wore a simple traveling robe the colour of the lid of this o j jug I�m looking at, and her shoes were red. I�m loving colour-blind, what do you want?

She was perhaps six inches taller than he was, and she strode with a relaxed poise that he could only hope to imitate. An easy smile was on her lips and he was still at a complete loss when she opened them and said:

�Brendan, it is so good to see you again.� Her voice was of lacquered honey. Wait, can you lacquer honey? Just a sec... No, no you can�t. You really can�t. gently caress, that�s a mess. Uh.. liquered honey? Warm! She said with a warm voice. �It�s been... four years?�

He was so transfixed he didn�t even notice she got the dates wrong. He normally hated it when that happened. Now he didn�t know what he felt.

�Brendan?� She asked, �Are you alright? I know that it has been a... oh, how foolish of me.�

She got down on one knee and cast her gaze downards, �Lord Brendan, I beg your forgiveness for my failing to use due protocol, such words are now beneath your station and great dignity. Please, I meant no offense.�

Her shift in tone and posture jolted him out of his state, and he said to the guards and surrounding courtiers �Leave us.�

Once they had all filed out of the room, he stood up from the comfy chair and walked quickly towards her, though he avoided looking directly at her.

�Get up, get up, please, Miri, my seventeenish gods it is good to see you again.� This all came out in a babbling flurry.

He continued �How have you been, what have you been doing, does this robe look good on me how is your father are the marshes still swampy are your...�

�Brendan, please, calm down,� she interrupted in a soothing voice �I�m well, I�ve been loafing about, it looks fine, he�s dead and my uncle rules with an iron fist, and we drained it so it�s more of a bog these days.�

�Oh good, I always preferred those.� He resumed his hurried pace �So what are your...�

�Brendan, I am looking forward to catching up with you in full, but there�s a reason why I haven�t changed out of traveling clothes. I�m about to leave again.�

She stopped when she saw his incredulous expression and smiled, �...and I would like you to meet me outside the walls tonight. There�s a clearing in the forest, path the twentieth tree and near the merry troupe with the deviant bear. I... have something very important that I need you for.�

He had no idea how to respond to this, nothing he had read or been told had prepared him for dealing with such a circumstance. All he managed was to nod dumbly, and when she excused herself from the room he went back to his chair. His courtiers filed back in and the room was silent.

Unable to use his head clearly, he said thought aloud �What should I do?�

Bitchoff quickly responded �Hire the north�s best hitman for millions of dragon dollars and then do nothing with and keep all the focus on Hogor.�

�Hogor!� chimed in Hogor, who dramatically cupped his ear while the court continued its daily merriment, oblivious to Brendan�s state.

Brendan still found it difficult to concentrate that night as he exited his chamber window and began slowly climbing down the tower towards the grounds. It was pitch black and he knew should only be focusing the climb, but he couldn�t stop thinking about what awaited him at his destination. That was why he had done so much climbing these past weeks, it took so much focus that he couldn�t think about anything else, he couldn�t think about his father or... suddenly, his foot slipped.

Hanging on only by virtue of a slight groove in his hand hold, he watched the loosened rock plummet to the ground, surely to cause a great noise and alert everyone when it hit. Down, down, down it plummeted sure to cause a great crash... and then there was a squelch and a quiet metallic clatter. It had hit one of the guards instead! Thanking the seventeenish and making a mental note to restock on peasants, he continued the descent. This was a great turn, now the route would be less patrolled.

He reached the ground and was able to clear the outer wall in less than a minute. All he needed to do was head into the forest and meet her for... something. He wasn�t sure what it would be but his head told him it was all important. He had to see her.

After getting lost in the pitch dark forest for several hours and having adventures with a merry troupe, a dancing bear, and it�s angry lover, he at last found himself in the designated clearing.

Thinking of the bear�s lover, he mused �She wasn�t very fair at all, but all that�s all immaterial because I�m here and...� the clearing was empty �I�m alone. Forever.�

This had been a cruel joke, hadn�t it? Everything had been a sick joke since his father�s death. His family had left him in this frozen hellhole to rot, the kingdom was going to pot, the whole world was a sick joke and all that there was left was to burn it all and make sure nobody need suffer like this again because... why were all the branches rustling if there was no wind?

Every tree in the clearing was shaking back and forth but not a blade of grass quivered. The sky was also growing light, not from the east where the sun should be rising, but right above him. The light was getting brighter and brighter, and he had to look at the ground and shield his eyes to block out its blinding rays.

He was just about to start running back into the forest when the light became a single point that suddenly raced towards the ground. As it hit, Brendan was thrown back by a tremendous force and was nearly knocked unconscious.

As the stars faded from his eyes, he saw two creatures of great and yet different beauty. The larger of the two was perhaps as tall as Hogor but very slender, standing with an ethereal grace and looking down at him with cold eyes, short hair and misshapen ears. The other was Miri.

�Brendan,� she said as she rushed towards his prone figure and cradling him in her arms, �I was so worried you weren�t coming.�

�I wasn�t expecting such a climactic entrance. Or a group,� suddenly he regained his wits he blurted �What is he?�

�He is...� Miri began, but she was cut off by an steady, oaken voice.

�If I could be serious for a minute... I am the keeper of the three titles, the lance of the storm, and hailer of Cal Gerroth, Albersa, Kanata. You are wise to ask what and not who, young lord. I am an elder.

It wasn't the fall, it was cerebral hemorrhage killed the beast. Poor thing.

# ? Sep 30, 2012 00:16

Shageletic: Jul 25, 2007

thornghost posted:

Guys if you're needing inspiration to get to writing your Game of Bones chapters, just listen to this dramatic reading of Sandra Hill's "Rough and Ready".

The phrase "suffered from dick Parkinsons" is, I think, particularly amazing.

Oh my god this is like the fountain of youth for sexually frustrated and horrible writers. I feel refreshed and eager to write more abominable filth. Are you guys needing my special services?

# ? Sep 30, 2012 10:39

Shageletic: Jul 25, 2007

Fatkraken posted:

Every chapter should start out with the POV character being woken up by morning sunlight. All of them

Its called a motif you fools. Pedants.

# ? Sep 30, 2012 10:41

Blade_of_tyshalle: Jul 12, 2009; If you think that, along the way, you're not going to fail... you're blind.

There's no one I've ever met, no matter how successful they are, who hasn't said they had their failures along the way.

Every chapter, except for one towards the end. The audience will be freaked out and not really understand why.

"She awoke suddenly to inky blackness, stars twinkling outside the window. Sensa's mind flooded with lustly thoughts as her womanhood flooded with moisture."

# ? Sep 30, 2012 13:27

Shageletic: Jul 25, 2007

"She awoke staring at the earth below her. The big black and long monolith having given her new life, a new being. She saw the universe begin. Also her snooch got wet."

# ? Sep 30, 2012 15:24

thornghost: Oct 11, 2010; I have a picture of me with GRRM. He looks less than enthused.

Shageletic posted:

Oh my god this is like the fountain of youth for sexually frustrated and horrible writers. I feel refreshed and eager to write more abominable filth. Are you guys needing my special services?

Yes, please take any chapter on the list that's hasn't been completed! I think SaviourX is actually working on his though so just don't choose one of his. Call it when you decide and then write about some quivering meat staffs!

# ? Sep 30, 2012 16:23

Arbite: Nov 4, 2009

Well, with with chapters 5 and 20 out of the way, I think I'll keep what I got going and grab chapter 10 unless Badly Jester gainsays me in the next 24 hours.

# ? Sep 30, 2012 17:21

lobotomy molo: May 7, 2007; by Jeffrey of YOSPOS

Azure_Horizon posted:

You're a girl goon? Well, it all makes sense.

You, sir,

e: someone needs to change Rape Jake's name to Jape Jake.

lobotomy molo fucked around with this message at 23:32 on Sep 30, 2012

# ? Sep 30, 2012 23:12

Mr. Bad Guy: Jun 28, 2006

I haven't been to this thread in ages and what

# ? Oct 1, 2012 01:57

Urdnot Fire: Feb 13, 2012

Fly Molo posted:

e: someone needs to change Rape Jake's name to Jape Jake.

The (absolute) fucker got himself banned.

# ? Oct 1, 2012 02:12

bigmcgaffney: Apr 19, 2009

Urdnot Fire posted:

The (absolute) fucker got himself banned.

Goodnight, sticky prince, we barely knew ye but ye were a flash of light in the darkness, the light from a big retarded rapist lighting his own farts on fire.

# ? Oct 1, 2012 03:22

whowhatwhere: Mar 15, 2010; SHINee's back

NSFW for GRRM bifocals (also Ros tits and Theon dick): GRRM vs. JK Rowling, the sequel.

# ? Oct 1, 2012 11:42

The Anime Liker: Aug 8, 2009; by VideoGames

whowhatwhere posted:

Ros tits

Seriously, Rowling. The main character spent 90% of her screen time naked and wiping cum off/out of herself.

And GRRM isn't even top tier for pervert poo poo in fantasy.

# ? Oct 1, 2012 16:20

whowhatwhere: Mar 15, 2010; SHINee's back

A GLISTENING HODOR posted:

And GRRM isn't even top tier for pervert poo poo in fantasy.

Hell, Urban Fantasy//Paranormal Romance are technically fantasy works in good standing.

On the other hand, her new book gets blurbs like "Dark, devious and devilish, JK Rowling's first post-Potter novel, The Casual Vacancy, reads like an episode of Postman Pat written by the makers of The League of Gentlemen."

I would totally read the hell out of that if it didn't cost a ridiculous amount of money.

# ? Oct 1, 2012 16:25

Blade_of_tyshalle: Jul 12, 2009; If you think that, along the way, you're not going to fail... you're blind.

There's no one I've ever met, no matter how successful they are, who hasn't said they had their failures along the way.

I'll pre-empt IRQ here and question why you would pay for books anymore? Because, uh, uh, libraries, yes. Libraries. :tinfoil:

# ? Oct 1, 2012 16:31

The Anime Liker: Aug 8, 2009; by VideoGames

Kindle versions are cheaper, too. :eng101:

# ? Oct 1, 2012 16:44

IRQ: Sep 9, 2001; SUCK A DICK, DUMBSHITS!

I heard Rowling's new book is pretty awful.

# ? Oct 1, 2012 16:47

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# ? May 15, 2024 04:03

Sally: Jan 9, 2007; Don't post Small Dash!

IRQ posted:

I heard Rowling's new book is pretty awful.

I just looked it up and it sounds terrifyingly dull. From Wikipedia:

Wikipedia posted:

When Barry Fairbrother dies unexpectedly in his early forties, the little town of Pagford is left in shock. Pagford is, seemingly, an English idyll, with a cobbled market square and an ancient abbey, but what lies behind the pretty fa�ade is a town at war. Rich at war with poor, teenagers at war with their parents, wives at war with their husbands, teachers at war with their pupils.... Pagford is not what it first seems. And the empty seat left by Barry on the parish council soon becomes the catalyst for the biggest war the town has yet seen. Who will triumph in an election fraught with passion, duplicity and unexpected revelations?

# ? Oct 1, 2012 16:53

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