Danger Zone. - Comments

Hai, its 3:30am and I am in no condition to give any kind of review. But this was great. It was weird, but in a good way. So I was thinking, do you think I could write like some kind of sequel for it? Like from Quinn's point of view after he receives the news. If not, thats okay, but just this story really inspired me to write a sequel because it was that good.

This was.... really amazing.

I like how all of it is rather ironic. He's straight edge and drugged up to make him pass out. Bert is going to kill him to prove he's not an asshole. He was to die on 11:11. All ironic, and really creative.

I really enjoyed it. I hope to see of your work around.

ahjidhsdksf. love.

i won't leave a review, cuz imma hoe like that.
but the story was beyond amazing :cheese:
i loved how you never told what happened to branden, deff my fav part.
and the salty coffee. do not ask why i enjoyed that.

butyah. it was win. you pwn all. kthnx :hand:

^ :cheese: Thank you a million and six times, Katrina. :arms:

... Hai. :arms:

I kind of wanted to strange you for calling the one shot "kind of lame." Of course, that would be sad and I would cry, so I didn't actually end up doing so. Instead, I'm sitting here, contemplating in what form to comment the story in. I want to have enough to convince you that the writing and idea quality was thought of to be much, much less than "kind of lame." But I've never met a person who was in love with their writing, and I don't really have a huge love for my work, so I have no reason to argue. Except the one reason I do have is:

Because it was absolutely fucking amazing.

The whole idea of Bert telling Branden to "let go" and for Branden to keep going back to that command was something "magical" in itself, despite the night of the event. It sort of felt like a settled, beautiful, comforted theme after a while had drawn onto me. The way of being able to do that is... I felt almost as if I were granting my whole body to the story; to Bert and Branden's state and the mystical layout. The feeling of flesh coving bones shivered up my own spine, and the crafty, clear words were spoken carefully in my ears as I flashed against clapping blue and orange lights. The whole excess of the setting felt as if I were listening to a very clean, cleansing song all around me. I was compelled to play "Coat Check Dream Song" somewhere in there, but resisted for fear of contamination.

I felt tears well over the bottom of my eyes at the reminisce Branden was preforming for those days back when he was in the band. It wasn't even the part when the words "you're out" came up, it was the simple idea of when having a good, honest time together and the feeling of departure. By far, loosing a person while they're still alive is worse than just being gone to earth. While in being dead, once can lie down on the ground and feel the body or ashes thrive below them. Because they're with it now. But still living puts a block on the heart; and an extra one for Branden to know he was deemed not good enough. But. Like Branden had said. Before it's all over, everything works out in the way it was meant to work out.

Lawls.
I'm really bad at walking up stairs, too.

Heh. At this point, when Bert claims that Branden was going to fall asleep and Branden gets a little freaked out by it, I was laughing and feeling like my stomach was getting smaller and smaller. You see, some people get so excited and giggly when they read sex scenes or something. But I cannot explain this feeling I get with violence and fear. It's as if /I/ swallowed mouthfuls of salt, myself, and it's all going to cause all of my blood cells to shrivel up inside of me. And now I'm at the point where Branden is tied to the chair. Fear. And my smile is so large, like I want to scream and cry with an explosion of bright lights and acid. I swear to God, I needed that scene. There's no better feeling for me than this. So thank you. Truly, thank you.

Hahaha. Bert's so genuine. For serious. He's slick with replies and got a cackle out of me in the sense of humor instead of excitement for the kill. I should say though, that I feel Bert would be able to kill well without using a gun and making things a little longer and more fun, but that's all of no matter right now. The point is his way with words is incredible and I'm glad he has that gift. Or, rather, that you granted him that gift, though I don't really like to think of characters that way. And. My God. The time of the kill is so fucking amazing. You have a great mind, I hope you know. Yes, one of the few people with one of those minds that I'd strive for so long to have.

You, my friend, are a genius.

^ :cheese: :cheese: :cheese: :cheese: :cheese: :cheese: :arms:

Indeed you do pwn me. Do not argue, for I will win.
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Tonight was magical, in more ways than one. I just… let go. I let go of all of my beliefs, all of my worries, all of my morals and found freedom. Freedom was drinking, drinking and drinking some more with some greasy, high school drop out while he traced his bony fingers along your spine until your entire body was frozen over. He whispers in your ear, “That’s a good Branden.”

And I was a good Branden; if good meant totally obeying every command that this sleazebag spit at you.
^Favorite part. I love how you define it as "magical", and then he gives a few good factors and slowly you slide into some negative ones. And, it gives you a look at Bert and how twisted he is, in the early beginning.

Plus, it was just kind of cool to imagine what they could've been doing.
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You need to write more. I suck at commenting.
I SUCK, BUT YAY.
:XD

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