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uhhhh it was raining... and dark (and also night) and uhh... COLD, and then something dramatic~ happened

me, stuck in traffic on my way to work:

Protagonist now remembers key facts about important people. He no longer develops convenient amnesia between cutscenes.

Protagonist now has a cooldown on certain adverbs. Adverbs have been buffed by 30% to compensate.

Developer note: Adverbs are important to writing but they are sometimes overused. This change keeps adverbs relevant while encouraging the use of adjectives and verbs.

The horse now has a name.

Solved a glitch where supernumerary limbs would sometimes emerge during complex physical interactions.

Should no longer display “[insertnamehere]” during conversations and narration. All of such occurrances have been replaced with the appropriate tags.

Conversation continuity has been improved. Characters will no longer inappropriately respond with lines from previous iterations of the narrative.

All references to “Event A” have been purged to reflect changes in narrative structure.

Paragraphs which contained two or more instances of the same adjective have had their adjectives updated to accurately reflect a player’s vocabulary inventory.

Minor time traveling issues have been resolved, all characters should now exist in the same tense.

Punctuation has been improved. Commas have been reduced by half.

Characters sighing has been reduced by 30%.

Characters looking at things or people during conversations has been reduced by 40%. To make up for this, characters thinking about the conversation has been boosted and descriptive narrative has been added.

FTH 1: Good Omens

For @hkblack whose prompt was a scene from her AO3 fic Beyond Grace

Thank you so much for bidding and I hope you enjoy <3 It was super fun

Excerpt: 

“Crowley was on a platform surrounded by everything, and nothing. The same light that existed in Heaven existed here, but it was dim, and its source seemed to move every time you searched for it.  In the center of the platform a wide and dark gaping maw opened from below. From sight alone, there was no telling how deep it went. But Crowley remembered, he remembered free-falling down that darkness when it was lit up by flames of Divine Fire. He remembered seeing other bodies falling past him, he remembered the stench of feathers burning, bones melting.

He stood at the edge of the Pit and stared down into it. He reached out, not with his hands, not with mind, but with his being, and searched. Crowley didn’t need to turn and look to the monument to know what he would find. He knew he would see Raphael, tears streaming down her face as she screamed, clutching a chain with a broken link, while Eric held her. Michael’s actions and Uriel’s words now felt more like a confirmation than a revelation. Of course they wouldn’t have just left Aziraphale at the monument. It would’ve been too easy.

Crowley stared down into the pit, and then, he heard a voice, Aziraphale’s voice.

Please, Crowley, please.

His eyes fluttered shut and he took in a deep breath, centering himself as the sound washed over him. He could imagine what he looked like, standing at the edge of the Pit, his black wings extended cutting through the sterility that surrounded him. He held the sword, alight with dual flames, by his left side. His short hair was a wreck, and he could feel the bruise forming on his cheek from getting knocked about in his tussle with Michael.

He was no avenging angel; he was an avenging Fallen.

like, I'm reading something right now that had the phrase "maul open to swallow a prey" and my brain looked at that and went "whoops you mean *maw open to swallow prey" and then moved on relatively seamlessly as though that was now what it did, in fact, say. but it isn't.