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Also, now that I'm finally publishing Sparrowpointe, I can finally show off the cover I made for it. I think I'm happier with it than I have been with any other digital painting I've ever done. (No text version is under the keep reading)
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Also, now that I'm finally publishing Sparrowpointe, I can finally show off the cover I made for it. I think I'm happier with it than I have been with any other digital painting I've ever done. (No text version is under the keep reading)
Sparrowpointe Chapter 3: Rock-stars Give Horrible Orientation Speeches
I slip through the gates, following behind Miss Paimonia. The old woman moves fast, and she clicks when she walks. I'm not sure if it's stilettos or hooves, I'd say both are equally likely. "I'm sorry I'm late," I say, then clarifying, "I got in a bus crash." Miss Paimonia doesn't turn to look at me when she says: "Oh yes, I can see that quite plainly. You look a mess." How can I describe what Sparrowpointe campus looks like. It's gorgeous, first off, all towering brownstone buildings and ivy. Miss Paimonia leads me through courtyards thick with fountains and flowerbeds and umbrella-covered tables. The place is a brick-paved maze, and most of what I see is empty. I can hear students far off, a cacophony of speech and laughter echoes off every surface, but I can't see anybody. "Where is everyone?" "Orientation. The dean will be giving his speech in a few minutes, and after that you and the rest of your cohort will be given a tour of the place and get told a bunch of things you already know," Miss Paimonia says. "Oh, and that reminds me, you'll be needing this."
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Sparrowpointe Chapter 2: Mind-controlling Cops is Completely Ethical
When I come too, I'm lying on the ceiling of the bus. The world is blurry and breathing hurts. Time to run diagnostics. I move my right leg, then my left. They both respond with what seems like the appropriate amount of pain. Both my arms—which were still dutifully guarding my head, thank you ladies—are still working as they should be. I take a deep breath, there's a sharp stab of pain in my chest; I take it that means I have a broken rib. The air tastes awful, and the world has not stopped being blurry. Well, blurry isn't the right word, I think hazy fits better. Yeah, the air in the bus is hazy, and it's getting hazier. There's something wet on my forehead, I think it's blood.
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Sparrowpointe Chapter 1
There is something rattling my skull. It's the first thing I notice as I start to wake up. My forehead is pressed against something cold and hard, and it is rattling my skull. It's soothing, in a way. My body is being rocked side to side, something is vibrating my entire skull, and the only thing I can hear is the gentle rumble of an engine. My eyes flitter open; it's bright out so that's a bit of a struggle. I'm immediately rewarded with the pleasant sight of pine trees rushing by. I'm in a bus. A big one, a Greyhound, probably. It's mostly empty—some old people near the front, a woman and a sleeping baby in the seat in front of me, one guy muttering to himself three rows back—but yeah, aside from that it's empty. No interesting conversations to eavesdrop on though—well I bet the guy talking to himself has lots of interesting stuff going on, but I can't make out what he's saying from here—so I guess looking out the window it is. A sign flies past outside the window, apparently this bus is northbound on the I-5 and thirty miles outside Olympia, which is good because that's where I'm going. Twelve days of travel to Olympia from... Hm, now that I think of it, I can't remember where I'm coming from. That's bad, I'm pretty sure that I should remember that. Quick, what's my name? What are my parent's names? What's my favorite pizza topping? I don't know, I don't know, and anchovies.
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Hey! I'm doing that whole web novel thing! I'm looking to update weekly, and I hope yall like it.
Sparrowpointe Chapter 4 - My New Roommate is a Total Demon
As I push my way through the crowd, I take the chance to look over my paperwork. The first page has a bunch of fluff on the history of Sparrowpointe and the wonderful educational opportunities offered here, as well as a list of numbers, location, and hours of several on-campus services. There's a dining hall, a twenty-four hour gym, and a laundromat. Separately listed from the laundromat is the 'cleaners' which I have a sneaking suspicion has something to do with the fact that Dean Sativum only specified we get expelled for murdering other students. The next page has my class schedule, and it's mostly gen-eds. Calculus II, Introduction to Kinetics, and Intro Demonology on Monday/Wednesday/Friday, and then English Composition I and Art History 1 on Tuesday/Thursdays. Shame, I'd expect more exciting fare from a magic university. Intro Demonology seems fun at least. A girl with a loudspeaker is standing on a box underneath the Saturn banner. I'm about the last to get to her, so I'm stuck on the outside of the group of students. I can hardly hear her from back here, but that's fine. From what I can hear, she's talking more fluff. Fluff fluff fluff, it's all anyone seems to be saying these days. As I rise to my tiptoes to try and see her, I get bowled over by a massive hellhound.
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Sparrowpointe Chapter 7 - The Grand Mysteries of Shower Ketchup
By the time I've made my way back to Saturn dorm, I've worked the lollipop down into a cherry flavor paper nub. My teeth kept on chewing long after any semblance of candy had disappeared, and it's only now that I'm realizing that I probably have some paper bits stuck between my teeth. My teeth are, honestly, probably disgusting. All of me is disgusting. Even discounting the rolling around in mud and the flecks of my own blood, I'm pretty sure I have been sleeping in these clothes for a couple days now. My hair is a greasy mess, and the texture of stubble on my neck and jaw is having the same sort of effect on my mood which the Chernobyl Elephant's Foot has on human DNA. I trudge through the entrance hall and back up to my room and oh god Adrian's still here. What's worse, he's talking to Chloe. Oh god, he's going to tell her about the necrotist shit I one-hundred percent did say and then she's going to hate me and she'll be correct for it and oh god oh god he's noticed me. "Hello, Bella," he says with barely restrained contempt, "did they figure out what your brain damage was?"
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Sparrowpointe Chapter 6 - The Most Magical Thing of All: A Doctor Who Respects Me
As I follow behind the doctor, I run my tongue over my teeth. It sounds like Braveheart didn't leave any survivors. Was he just throwing a tantrum, or did he feel he couldn't leave any witnesses? Will he be coming back for me? He couldn't follow me over the river, and the campus has a stream of running water going around it plus god knows what other protections, so I'll have to assume I'm safe here. The doctor leads me into a room where I very much do not feel safe. The first thing I notice is that the vinyl floor gently slopes to a drain in the center of the room, which is surrounded by a starburst of rust-brown streaks. A steel operating table sits next to the drain, illuminated by a light from overhead. The walls of the room are covered in shelves filled with books and charts and notes and jars of colorful liquids and things I don't want to look at too closely.
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Sparrowpointe Chapter 5 - A Firsthand Study of Vampiric Microaggressions
I feel like I should be more surprised about all this. I'm attending a college for evil wizards, my roommate has goat feet and a seeing-eye hellhound, and just this morning I got attacked by a spear-wielding barbarian riding an extinct deer. Every single thing that has happened both too and around me has been strictly nonsensical. Yet despite that, I can't seem to muster any feeling other than mild annoyance. I suppose that means that all this isn't really fantastic at all, and I've just forgotten now normal all this shit is to me. The interior of the Saturn dormitory is, thankfully, a bastion of incredible normalcy. That being outside of it's occupants, many of whom being in possession of abhuman traits—tails, horns, third, fourth, and fifth eyes—but despite that my brain refuses to register them as anything more than normal college students, which I guess they are. The Saturn dorm front door leads to a small landing lobby. There are a couple comfortable looking couches to one side of the door, and a ping-pong table on the other which is currently hosting a competition between two identical young girls on one side, and a four armed guy with truly heroic acne on the other.
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