Scratch

Essays oh yes forget about them
Sure 

That I will 

Helpful Wicki is helpful.

our collab is pretty much dead though.
i just want to scratch the stuff i wrote fjaksdl;ad.
the kid's fourteen. the best he can make is a toaster.

Can you edit me story?

Shimon Vinnik

Operation: Yggdrasil
Time: 2150
Location: 50 thousand feet above the Amazon River

    Hunter Ragnar crouched on the floor of the airplane, ready to jump at the slightest indication. The interior was drab, a sickly gray. There was a gun rack and a jump seat next to Ragnar, but otherwise, he was alone with only his trusty rifle to keep him company. Ragnar was cloaked in a dark bluish robe, the latest technology from Aperture Science, and wore night vision goggles. He was not unhandsome, with a rugged beard and eyes that spoke of experience that someone of Ragnar’s twenty years should not have had. Ragnar checked his Galil and Desert Eagle for any signs of possible jamming. The last time that Ragnar’s guns had jammed, he had almost died, if not for the sacrifice of Uthred. As Ragnar, finished with his checks, smoked a nervous cigarette, characterized by his quick huffs of the noxious smoke. He checked his watch. One minute till the jump. Ragnar put out the wretched death-stick and slipped on the parachute.
“Thirty seconds until jump.” The intercom blared. The cargo door slowly opened and Ragnar walked to the edge, a mere slip away from the most frightening death possible, with torture at the hands of Kim Jong Il’s servants a close second. Ragnar prayed to his dead companion that he would survive this mission. If he should survive, most likely he would be given a few days vacation time. If not, that’s some valuable vacation time saved. Ragnar had no family to worry about him. Better that way, for what Ragnar was concerned.
“Jump.” Hunter ran forward from his position on the cargo bay and jumped. Many people have tried to describe the thrill of jumping off of an airplane into the void but they often go insane from trying to focus on the small details, like how the air smelled or some other garbage. To save the storyteller the considerable burden of insanity, the jump is not described. Try using your imagination. As Ragnar fell, he prepared to pull the cord. Ragnar looked around him and suddenly realized that the human species shouldn’t be up here. When God found out about the humans conquering the sea, he passed it off as a fluke. A few thousand years later when airplanes were invented and flight was invented, history sadly ignoring the brave souls that jumped off cliffs flapping their arms and making self described “birdy noises”. God was shocked, so naturally, His curiosity if humans could make it to the moon before the twenty first century was piqued. Why he chose to divulge the secrets of rocketry to scientists that were following the world’s most evil goose-stepper, no one knows. One must assume it’s a joke, although a rather unfunny one considering the about fifty million people that died in World War Two. After the Moon landing in 1969, God challenged the human race to solve the Higgs Boson. Now, in 2011, we are almost done with that goal. The next logical step for God is to retire to a nursing home and dominate at shuffleboard, complaining about modern “rock” music all the while. And so goes modern religion.

Tired of writing. D:

Wickimen wrote:

ProgrammingFreak wrote:

Tired of writing. D:

You or me?
I'm not like
Tired of it
Just getting a bit frustrated and taking a break from it
I'll continue our collab though
Other stuff no

Okay yeah.
You.
Uh, I feel about the same. >.>

Okay yay.

Wickimen wrote:

Shimon Vinnik

Operation: Yggdrasil
Year?: 2150
Location: 50,000 feet above the Amazon River

    Hunter Ragnar crouched on the floor of the airplane, ready to jump at the slightest indication. The interior was drab, a sickly gray. I enjoy the description "sickly gray" There was a gun rack and a jump seat next to Ragnar, but otherwise, he was alone with only his trusty rifle to keep him company. He was cloaked in a dark bluish robe, the latest technology from Aperture Science, and wore night vision goggles. He was not unhandsome, with a rugged beard and eyes that spoke of experience eyes are the window of the soul  that someone of Ragnar’s twenty years should not have had.
new paragraph; add an indentRagnar checked his Galil and Desert Eagle for any signs of possible jamming. The last time that Ragnar’s guns had jammed, he would have died, if not for the sacrifice of Uthred. As Ragnar finished with his checks, he smoked a nervous cigarette, characterized by his quick huffs of the noxious smoke. nice imagery He checked his watch. One minute till the jump. He put out the wretched death-stick and slipped on the parachute.
indent“Thirty seconds until jump[color=red,” the[/color] intercom blared. The cargo door slowly opened and Ragnar walked to the edge, a mere slip away from the most frightening death possible, with torture at the hands of Kim Jong Il’s servants a close second. Ragnar prayed to his dead companion that he would survive this mission. If he should survive, most likely he would be given a few days vacation time. If not, that’s some valuable vacation time saved. Ragnar had no family to worry about him. Better that way, where Ragnar was concerned. Goodgood. Makes him seem all resigned and bitter
indent“Jump.” Hunter Wait do you mean Ragnar ran forward from his position on the cargo bay and jumped.
new paragraph I believe, and indentMany people have tried to describe the thrill of jumping off of an airplane into the void, but they often go insane from trying to focus on the small details, like how the air smelled or some other garbage. To save the storyteller the considerable burden of insanity, the jump is not described. Try using your imagination. Loool. As Ragnar fell, he prepared to pull the cord. Ragnar looked around him and suddenly realized that the human species shouldn’t be up here. When God found out about the humans conquering the sea, he passed it off as a fluke. A few thousand years later when airplanes were invented and flight was invented, history sadly ignoring the brave souls that jumped off cliffs flapping their arms and making self described “birdy noises”. God was shocked, so naturally, His curiosity if humans could make it to the moon before the twenty first century was piqued. Why he chose to divulge the secrets of rocketry to scientists that were following the world’s most evil goose-stepper, no one knows. One must assume it’s a joke, although a rather unfunny one considering the about fifty million people that died in World War Two. After the Moon landing in 1969, God challenged the human race to solve the Higgs Boson. Now, in 2011, we are almost done with that goal. The next logical step for God is to retire to a nursing home and dominate at shuffleboard, complaining about modern “rock” music all the while. And so goes modern religion.
Lolok then. Couldn't find any grammatical errors/sentence choice in that, but it seemed slightly random. Though, Lemony Snicket-ish in a way.
Is this the end of the story? Do we ever get back to Ragnar, or does it end like that to keep you guessing?
I think it seems more like a beginning or a first chapter, though. It has potential to continue without ending abruptly

Thanks. Yes I meant Ragnar where I put Hunter. I'm working on this story on and off again, trying to finish it.

wicki is supersecretprojectalphaforcego(working name) still a go?

anyway I might powst som stuf
but I get you to edit all my work anyway! 

Geekish wrote:

One problem! You are from USA right? You have different spellings and grammar to us British 

I don't think she'll change those word's spellings.

bananaman114 wrote:

wicki is supersecretprojectalphaforcego(working name) still a go?

anyway I might powst som stuf
but I get you to edit all my work anyway! 

Lolol cool
What is a supersecretprojectalphaforcego etc. 

Wickimen wrote:

ProgrammingFreak wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

Uh I'm confused
Do you or do you not want to keep collabing
I'm not quitting collabs
Just the stuff I've been trying to do on my own

I want to do it, mate.

I enjoy my new sig, mate 
MS Paint is awesome
Sometimesish

xD
Yeah....sometimes.
Except that it has no transparency.... D:<