I'm going to assume that either no one has been interested enough to read what I posted most recently, no one read it and felt anything upon reading it, or they were shocked into silence by the sheer awfulness. If what I post is crap, I'd much rather someone mention that and point out the flaws. I know I act kind of shitty and hysterical but I swear I can take negative reviews. I'd rather have someone insult my writing and even go so far as to call me a bitch than ignore what I've done. Since I'm feeling kind of emotional, I'm just going to start dumping the beginnings of most of the other stuff I started writing in here. Fuck further editing on it. Fuck going to the effort of coding in the italics and bold throughout. Only ones I'm not including are the one I need to rewrite and the one with a twist that will be confusing if it isn't all there. It's not like most people even read this shit so I don't think it matters whether or not it's good or finished. I managed to scrape up a little more today for What is Love? After breakfast, the Sniper wandered off and Engie went to his workshop. The Soldier had a lot of work to do. He smoke bombed the Spy's room first. The Spy was half-dressed, in his waistcoat and shirt-sleeves, relaxing on his bed with some ugly foreign newspaper, a record from some guy he'd identified as Hallyday once, and the ever present cigarette. “Merde!†the Spy sputtered as he ran out, coughing so hard his cigarette hit the floor. “That's for being a figment of Engie's imagination!†the Soldier snarled, “I'm the only figment he needs! Me and maybe Sniper!†The Spy clenched his fingers inward and he sneered, eyes bulging. “I don't even... Start making sense!†the Spy yelled, “Je vais te massacrer!†The Soldier stood tall and proud, laughing. He didn't know what the frog had said but it sounded like it involved killing. It was wonderful getting on the Spy's nerves, instead of the other way around. So much for all that practicing with Sniper and Heavy, that Sniper had mentioned! The Soldier was superior to all three of 'em! “Whatever, maggot! I didn't even gib you. Waste of a good rocket if you're only a figment.†Then the Soldier slapped the Spy's shoulder as the man's eyebrows lowered and creased under his balaclava, his froggy mouth slack-jawed for a moment, before he straightened the front of his waistcoat, unbuttoned each sleeve, and pushed them up to his elbows. “... Va te faire enculer,†the Spy sniffed before peering at the noxious smoke still billowing out of his room and then walking away. The Soldier went to see what everyone else was up to. Now and then even Soldier felt like making an attempt at bonding with his team mates. The doctor wouldn't let him into his office. Actually put his shoulder to the damn door but the doc must have been doing the same on the other side because it wouldn't budge! Or maybe the Heavy was doing that. He didn't see the Heavy anywhere else but the doc was the only one he actually heard. “If you are healthy, go away! I am very busy!†“I'm healthy as a horse but I want you to test my pain tolerance again! Without the needles this time! Pull out a knife or something. Keep me on the edge, so I'm prepared to beat the fuck out of Monday!†“Tempting... but I am still busy!†Demo must have been at his mansion or one of his other jobs, he was nowhere to be found. Real pity, that was. Demo was an amazing conversationalist! Solly didn't really shoot the breeze that much but Demo had the best stories, drunk or sober. Instead, he found the Scout still yammering at Pyro in the mess hall over what was left of the coffee, even after everyone else had left. “Then my bruddah, ya know which one I mean, yeah, he tried selling the guy my friend's kidney and the guy bought it! Then the guy goes 'So, how we goin' 'o do dis?' and my bruddah says 'Good luck! I don't even know him!' Hahahaha! Oh, dat's a classic.†The Scout made the motion of wiping a tear from his eye and the Pyro chuckled but Soldier was certain it was more out of politeness than humor. The Pyro had, well, what amounted to his chin in his hand and nodded. The Soldier stared at Pyro for a full minute before it clicked. Shit! He'd been so focused on their Spy, he'd completely forgotten about the tiny BLU ones invading his house! That wasn't right! “Hey! Thanks for the reminder!†the Soldier said. He clapped the Pyro on the back and the Pyro looked up. “Hr? Yrh mmmrpghm?†Then the Soldier had the perfect idea. He'd forgotten to ask the Sniper where he should be looking. Or he had and he'd forgotten what Sniper had said. Either way, he knew exactly how to hunt some bugs and have fun while he was doing it! “I've had a fantastic idea! We'll have a picnic outside! The three of us!†The Scout blinked and looked askance. “We just had breakfast!†the Scout said, “Not dat Spy's cookin' is all dat fillin'. Dem cross-ants and berries were the shit, for once, and dis coffee is killer but I ain't hungry yet.â€