No it wouldn't.
Ah yes, how easily I forget everything is pozzed to shit. She's still the Hilldawg of INs tho.Guest wrote: ↑Wed Jul 29, 2020 6:41 pmNo it wouldn't.
See, you think the problem is that Lindsay has a small measure of fame and is therefore 'uneditable'. The real problem is that most editors are incompetent morons who would struggle to give you a definition of the word 'edit'. There are also a lot of woke fucktards in the publishing industry who think that publishing good books that people will enjoy reading is less important than publishing books by 'diverse' authors.
Plagiarism is not tolerated on this forum.Guest wrote: ↑Wed Jul 29, 2020 8:03 pmOh for fucks sake, she could write War and Peace and you guys would say it's crap.
But she didn't. She wrote this shit.Guest wrote: ↑Wed Jul 29, 2020 8:03 pmOh for fucks sake, she could write War and Peace and you guys would say it's crap.
This forum is for shitting on Internet Nobodies. If you think we’re gonna be nice to your favourite Feminist, film student, baby killing, nigger loving, pedo defending, terf then you’re a dumbfuck.Guest wrote: ↑Wed Jul 29, 2020 8:03 pmOh for fucks sake, she could write War and Peace and you guys would say it's crap.
LOL Catapulted? Lindsay, I'm going to need you to calm the fuck down.She’d catapulted herself against another parked car...
She can't tell the difference between canvas and polymers? One is a cloth, the other is plastic, you ignorant fool. Is all that booze killing your brain cells?The color of its skin seemed even more a thing not found in nature, at least not on Earth, but now she could really get a look at its texture. More than anything, it reminded her of canvas or perhaps some kind of polymer. From what she could tell, this was not a being of flesh and blood but something else, perhaps some kind of machine.
If only Lindsay had used some part of her brain to write this....the calculating part of her brain started to kick into motion. What to do with an unconscious, and possibly dead, alien?
Willowy nubs?Like the skin, there was something manufactured about the structure of its feet, like an engineer had reinterpreted something nature had done wrong the first time. If there were an Earth comparison to its feet, it would probably be eagle talons, but the talons had been reimagined by Steve Jobs and filed to sleek, willowy nubs.
Of course it does.But the engine turned on the first try.
If I ever find myself with Spoony's corpse in the back of a stolen van, I'm coming to one of your fucker's house!She had a good friend from the internet who lived in Salt Lake City.
Bullshit! Well... I don't have an In-N-Out here. Is food really that cheap there? I guess I shouldn't doubt someone like Lindsay when it comes to food.five dollars on a cheeseburger and milkshake from an In-N-Out
Scenery descriptions, gas mileage worries, camping with family memories, thinking of totally not daddy issues daddy issues ETC. All the while she keeps eyeballing the thing wondering if its really dead, or only mostly dead.There was the possibility she could use the alien corpse as blackmail to force whoever had taken her family to release them from whatever form of indefinite detention they were in, but somehow, she felt that was more likely to backfire. It wasn’t exactly leverage—what would stop the feds from just taking the corpse and locking her away forever?
picardfaceplam.jpg“You must be dead,” she muttered, kneeling next to the creature. She sat down, shaking her head. “What do I do now, buddy? You were the one who got me into this.”
The corpse stayed corpselike.
But you know, in a corpselike way. Don't forget, this thing has no mouth, so it could just be farting.She reached out for the side of its neck, a rough approximation of where one would check for a pulse in a human. Before she could touch it, the waxy gray seal over the eyes tore open. She jerked her hand away as the creature bleated something, some screeching, clicking alien language like dozens of forks scraping and stabbing old frying pans.
Why didn't Lindsay just make this a straight up parody? It almost already is through her incompetence. Maybe that's why the editor left all this dumb writing in, because she thought it was supposed to be comedy. Lindsay has written the novel equivalent of “The Room”.“Evening,” brayed one of them, the older of the two. He was a mustachioed, walrusine guy in his forties with a tag that read “Tallman.”
Tallman took her by the arm and guided her toward the blinding lights of his state trooper SUV. His radio scratched static as he called for backup.
“No,” said Cora, coming to her senses.
Tallman rounded on her, and she heard a clinking sound and felt a metal bracelet close around one wrist behind her, then the other. “You have the right to remain silent—”
“No!”
The ET injects the troopers with something. It releases the handcuffs, and orders her to get in the van and drive. They drive past Reno.For an instant, the two police officers were frozen, then they were spasmodic, like thousands of volts of electricity were coursing through their bodies, and their guns flew into the darkness of the woods as though to escape the scene. The creature stepped out of the back of the van, steadied itself, and turned its attention on the state troopers.
Definitely not now. But isn't the book set in 2005? That may explain her reasoning for the pricing.
Why don't you go back to bitching about lowtax bring a misogynist and celebrating turning on your goon master by cancelling him.
It is holy shit. This cynical cunt put her friends in their to make them more inclined to shill it. Deep down at the very least HbomberPedo knows this shit is garbage, I've only seen 1 or two of his reviews but even from that I could tell he is better than Lindsay at it as long as he doesn't talk about games.
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