The Key (AU Prime)Legend:More Like This
"Roll Out!"- Talk
What did you say?- Thought
"*Can you read me now?*"- Comm-link and radio
“Hey! Darby!” called Vince from below. “I want this place spotless when I get back in the morning!”
The dark haired teen just watched the red head march out the hanger door, scoffed moments after the door closed and resumed mopping the platform. He dragged the mop with hard strokes as he muttered to himself.
“‘I’m head of Junior Division, Silas himself gave this position, so you gotta do what I say. It’s ‘have to do as I say’, sir. ‘Like I care what you think, Darby, just do your work! Clean up this place for tomorrow, it’s all you’re good for. Pfft! Like I want your job.”
He walks around the platform back to his mop bucket to ring out the wet tool. He paused here and looked over the side down a
Glacia - (Read description first, please)More Like This
The continent that was forgotten in time have never left the world.
Its silence were broken in small cold breezes of air
and the echo that crumbling ice fell into the depths below.
The structure was as it is several generations ago.
"What happened to everyone?"
"Some say they evacuated.. and others say they were gone without a single trace."
The answer given by your friend
As they step alongside you in this forgotten world.
Can you imagine the countless lives
and the culture itself disappearing into thin air?
It makes me sad knowing
That no one will ever know what really happened to them.
Your eyes wonder about
Seeing each structure hanging from the glacier ceiling above
The soft clicks of the heels from your shoes
Hit upon the man-made ice below
It was not as slippery as you thought
But having all this
Left to Mother Nature
Was dearly depressing
In history, the people of this once-great world of Glacia
Was of kind and gentle people
Who had nothing but greatness ahead of them
A Cup of Joe, Chapter 3"A Cup of Joe"More Like This
Written by The Descendant
Concept by Bronymian Rhapsody/Animal Man
Chapter 3: "Sugar"
Sweet Cream was literally pounding on the door by the time that Joe had even realized that he had walked to the doughnut shop.
Joe looked around, realized he was in the kitchen. Nothing was moving, none of his equipment was on, no doughnuts were being made. He looked up to the clock through bleary eyes.
Oh Celestia, it was already half-past.
He trotted to the door, making it come open with a resounding clang.
"Morning Joe, how Oh, Celestia! Oh Luna! Joe you look like you've been through the Well!"
Sweet Cream had literally recoiled upon looking at Joe, had seemed actually afraid of his customer. He leaned forward, inspecting Joe as he stood there, without apron or hat, almost as though he was seeing him for the first time.
"Joe are you alright?" asked the milkpony.
Joe looked up to him with bloodshot eyes.
"Yeah yeah, I didn't sleep well."
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a moment to be a bit more petty.
In the inner workings of our politics exists the soul of deviantART. What is this place? What was it meant to do? What does it do? What could we do better? And it's the politics that give insight into how well the greater plan is running.
There's $core staff who are employees or contractors and work 8+