NCunt: Black Cocks Only

[Dehbashi]

Okay. Her writing is so shitty I forgot about the burner phone.

[pibbs]

Hold on Pibbs. In the last chapter, she threw her phone away into the marsh.

Did she pick up the phone again or called her aunt somewhere else? I want to make sure she didn't write a plot hole in the book.

There was her personal cell, the one she tossed. Then the batphone, burner phone, her aunt gave her back chapter 2.

That got me too when I read it and I had to go back and re-read it.

[Guest]

And this person was a Hugo finalist.

Hugos have been a joke for a very, very long time

[pibbs]

Hugo finalist for a YouTube video. That's scraping the bottom right there. Funny they never mention that part in her bio.

[Rapeculture]

I can't believe you guys are torturing yourselves with this shit. Nice to know she's completely up her own ass on every page, but I think most of us saw that coming.

[pibbs]

Axiom's End by HotDog Girl
Chapter 7: I Left the Plot in Ole San Jose
DHI Book Club Discussion by pibbs
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We travel to San Jose. Wait sorry, no, kinda, fuck it. Lindsay...

The house was not in San José. In fact, it wasn’t fair to even call it near San José—it was closer to Santa Cruz, up in the mountains between the two metro areas on one of those back roads where the second homes of wealthy Silicon Valley folks were comfortably separated by large, vacation-sized distances.

THEN WHY MENTION SAN JOSE, YOU VAPID WHORE??!!

Luciana gawked at her niece like her skin had been removed in its entirety.

Something a little less gory, Lindsay. Your fan base will get triggered.

Reunited with Aunty Lucianna, guess what they talk about? Yup, crap that happened two chapters back, that was already revisited TWICE one chapter back. Then amazingly, out of nowhere and unexpectedly, some new information.

“You have to tell me what’s going on,” said Cora.
“I can’t,” said Luciana without pause.
Cora threw up her hands, exasperated. “Then why are you here? Does this have anything to do with Ampersand II?”
“Obelus.”
“What?”
Luciana pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “This one’s called Obelus.”

So Aunty doesn't quite believe that an alien injected her with something, because it doesn't fit with what they know. What do they know? I don't know. She won't tell. Why? Fuck you, that's why. Maybe Lindsay hadn't figured it out yet.

Dumb sentence of the chapter alert:

“If we’re all on the run from the government already, what difference does it make?” Cora thundered, her words reverberating through the trees, through the atmosphere, through the entire galaxy, through space, through time and into eternity.

Lindsay, I'm going to need you to take it down a notch.

Cora is ordered to the showers, and is paraded through the living room past

several thirty- and fortysomethings and one older man who had the sort of agelessness that could have put him at forty or seventy, and but for his eyebrows he had no hair on his head.
…
She gestured to her ex-coworkers in turn. “Cora, these are some of my former coworkers: Harris, Shaun, Natalie, Stevie, Dan-O, David, Joel, Sarah, Maria, and Dr. Sev.”

I'm reading this in Lindsay's snarky, monotone voice.

“Dr. Sev,” Cora repeated. He nodded at her warmly and shook her hand, and she couldn’t help but get tripped on whatever Dr. Phil-by-way-of-California persona he was going for.

I'm SO bored

Cora showered off, then went hunting for clothes, a much more time-consuming endeavor than she had anticipated. None of the clothes fit—she was too big for all of them.

Fat ass Cora can't find clothes? Lindsay's gripping narrative!
Eventually, Cora finds a dress. Crisis averted.

Luciana had Cora calmly, carefully rehash the whole thing again for everyone in the room.

That's it? You're not going to go through it bullet point by bullet point?

The group like her Aunty don't disbelieve her, but it doesn't match with what they know. And they still not telling.
Cora and Aunty tiff over this.

“No!” Luciana clapped back, surprising Cora. “Did you read the Fremda Memo? They don’t engage with us! They don’t touch us, they don’t look at us, they don’t talk to us! We’re not even sure if they can communicate with us. And they sure as hell don’t understand English!”
“You’ve tried?” she asked.
Luciana’s eyes popped. “My job for seven years was to try.”

Ok, dumb, but we're getting somewhere.

Then everyone talks and talks about everything that happened up till then.

Cora walked down the wood stairs of the deck and onto the driveway, taking a short walk to clear her head. This time, she was so distracted that she missed the flash of iridescent skin slinking back into the trees.

Chapter Seven, everybody.

[Kugelfisch]

I quickly made a thread like Tony's panhandling roundup before it got too much work to keep up. I'm in favour of you to keep posting your updates here but you should also be able to just copy them there as a mod.

[GitGud]

Fuck, noooo we need you, don´t kill your brain with this shit. We all know that the goverment uses this shit to induce brain dead, so they can legaly harvest organs

[pibbs]

Ok. I'll post the last chapter of the first part in both, then post the rest in the other one. So here it is. The last chapter of part one.

Axiom's End by HotDog Girl
Chapter 8: Alien vs Prima Donna
DHI Book Club Discussion by pibbs
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Cora goes wandering down the driveway, then turns around back towards the cottage. All the while going over everything ONCE AGAIN! So far, I think there's actually only about three chapters of actually new stuff.

She had to do something.

You're just now figuring this out now?

Unfortunately, the most obvious course of action was also the most unsavory: Nils.

She ponders how to see daddeh, and gawps at the trees. Nature is calming. Look at all the nature. She flashbacks to a time her and her family go camping and – DO SOMETHING, YOU WALNUT!!

and that was when she saw it, between the trees, stony and still, staring at her from about fifty feet away.
It was the creature. The alien. In full view and, this time, unmistakable.

FINALLY! FUCK!

Contest time. Draw this thing from the description.

The creature was tall, even in a crouch, firmly inhuman, with a shell that shone silvery white in the twilight. Its body leaned forward like a raptor, despite the lack of anything behind it like a tail to balance its center of gravity, with long arms curled in front of it like a praying mantis. It had an oblong head like a dragon, if the dragon had no jaw and no nose, and even had a sort of crest that jutted out from the back of its head like a feather headdress. But it was the eyes that were most striking, the only part of it that wasn’t some shade of that iridescent white silver, big almond-shaped things situated on the sides of its head like a wasp, amber colored and seeming to glow as if there were a dim, internal light illuminating a gemstone, and those eyes were focused on her...It didn’t resemble the prototypical Roswell alien at all, save perhaps in its color and even then only distantly. It was in the strange construction of its joints, the construction of its hands, which sported six digits that resembled spider legs rather than fingers, the shell-like nature of its skin. It didn’t seem to have a mouth at all.

Lindsay uses an entire page to basically say, they gawked at one another. It moves to stand before her. It's 9 feet tall. She tries to talk to it. It injects her with something. She goes limp, it implants something behind her ear. Basically, its like the babble-fish from Hitchhiker's Guide and let's them communicate.

“Still.”
Her body became still.
The word was phonetic and mechanical. Though the voice wasn’t human, the software certainly was—the alien must have co-opted text-to-talk technology. It sounded like the voice from a standard Macintosh.

And it tells her “Silent” she shuts up, and that not only ends chapter 8, that's ends part one. Holy shit, this book is bad.

[Kugelfisch]

What the hell is the voice of a Macintosh?