Jasprosesprite^2 found herself in the ruin of a battleship – acres of twisted metal in a crater that had pierced rock. The air was scented with exotic fuels that might still combust disasterously. Nobody here had any right to pilot a spaceship. There was a sob. And ugly sob, in the distance. And Jasprose bee-lined… Continue reading

♪It’s eight – oh -three and the clock did not go off,♪ Jasprosesprite^2 did not need to let another line of the ditty pound through her head to decide it was horrible, infantile – but it was the voices that declared it that made her pause before thinking to examine anything else. There were a… Continue reading

“SCREW YOUR MANIME SORD…. MARY ME AND HAFE MY BOIBIES!!!!!!!” It was like Roxy. And very much not like Roxy. “I’ll use it, I swear! It’s sharp! And it’s Awesome! And…” Dirk was, for once, in a panic, “It’s a Sword!” His sword wasn’t actually out. “SHUSH YOUR MOUTH AM MABE BEUBITUL LOAF TO YOU… Continue reading

“I’m your sprite, honeybuns, you can’t tell me you can’t pull something suitable from your ass.” Jasprosesprite^2 floated just above the bar-stool, in their usual kaleidoscope of color. The place was dead enough the bartender had stepped out for a smoke from a candy cigar. “i cn pull anythin from mai ass you want kitten.”… Continue reading