Secret Shut-in Santa Sleuthing Game -aka The Guessing Thread

2: Trollheart.

4, I think, was written for my request, but I can't tell who wrote it yet.

That's all I have, so far.
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I have been very bogged down with work and splitting my time between home working and the office has made things a tad worse. I am making progress and hope to finish soon... I hope my tardiness can be forgiven?
 
I have been very bogged down with work and splitting my time between home working and the office has made things a tad worse. I am making progress and hope to finish soon... I hope my tardiness can be forgiven?
Extra time can be had but comes at a cost.
Each subsequent day is subject to the moggie bog roll tax.

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One must keep an eye upon their bottom line that their assets dont become subject to sudden shortfalls.
 
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Looking back into the mists of time, to when I submitted my piece, I wonder what people's heirs will make of the eventual arrivals of these stories?
;)
 
Now the stories are being rolled out, if any of you have a better idea of the paragraph authors feel free to post your guesses.
As always the person with the most right answers will get a reward commensurate with their contributing datum.
 
Everyone who made a request is an essential contributer to the success of this Santaing.
 
If a story was written for me, may I have it? If there is not one, just let me know and I shall cease waiting :cry:

Has the story I wrote been sent to my victim?
 
@Peter yes a story has been written for you. Two, actually.
One came to me in bits and pieces and I'm threading it together. The persons computer was eaten by a virus or an angry ex/current/ex significant other. I'm not sure of which from their explanation.
So another was started for you and is on its way.
There is also my Camp Nanowrimo effort of July. A 70,000 words or so unedited manuscript set in Ian Banks Culture Universe, about a fugitive from the Culture and rife with underplots and angst, well seasoned with sections of lyrical prose and nail biting suspense.
At least that is what I hope it reads as. I usually give it about three hard edits then impose upon a veritable legion of beta readers in order to tug things into shape.
I don't know if you have ever tried to read someone's completely raw and unedited manuscript before. Its basically ghastly wibble wobbling meanderings overfed with fluffiness compared to the relatively polished prose I deliver up for critical inspection and drop kick into the challenges.
So there's that as well.
(Glares balefully at July Camp Nanowrimo effort's seething sludge whilst making whip waving motions at its grubby tendrils reaching out, "Back in your shame pit you go!")
By the way there are yet six stories to be handed in unfortunately. You are not the last lost sheep by any means. I am doing what I can to abridge the gaps and guide the stragglers home.

(And @Peter V your chosen story victim quite loved your story.)
 
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I don't know if you have ever tried to read someone's completely raw and unedited manuscript before. Its basically ghastly wibble wobbling meanderings overfed with fluffiness compared to the relatively polished prose I deliver up for critical inspection and drop kick into the challenges.

Only my own. Unfortunately the end result is not always polished and is cast aside for more "let's start again" head scratching.

Also my commiserations to whomever the below happened to:

was eaten by a virus or an angry ex/current/ex significant other.

As we are unable to go outside to play hide and seek or stuck in the mud with our buddies, being sat in front of a screen and either writing, reading or buying a lot of un-needed stuff (yes that bigger TV I want to order is definitely a necessity Mrs V!) has become of even greater importance than before. So the loss must be felt all the more keenly. Bad times!

Thank you for the update. I know feel quite guilty for being so impatient. (The kind of guilt that can only be distracted by an extra 5" of TV screen)
 
. I know feel quite guilty for being so impatient. (The kind of guilt that can only be distracted by an extra 5" of TV screen)
If you get a miniature digital cinematic projector you can have your screen be as big as a surface you can find to project your image on.
One enterprising fella kindly offered to repaint his neighbour's house a lovely shade of white of the very best contractors own high quality exterior paint that he could not use since many of the clients projects his contracting business had been scheduled to do were scuppered with the economy downturn as no one had the money. Offer accepted, and the homeowner even gladly donated several beer and chip runs to the overall cause, delighted that his given up on project would be going ahead, because of the lock downs painters and such workers and supplies were impossible to get. Meanwhile this enterprising individual paid especially good attention to the monolith of wall between the two homes. Four unbroken stories of selfluminious whiteness without a window.
The fruit of his efforts were borne out at every sunset where with the help of a mini digital projector the helpful neighbour's family settled against their garden chairs to watch their very own imax sized screen, aka the newly painted house wall.
So a thirty foot screen outdoor cinema, all for the cost of a few hours grift and leftover paint is transformed into the provision of endless entertainment for the man and his family.
 
If you get a miniature digital cinematic projector you can have your screen be as big as a surface you can find to project your image on.
One enterprising fella kindly offered to repaint his neighbour's house a lovely shade of white of the very best contractors own high quality exterior paint that he could not use since many of the clients projects his contracting business had been scheduled to do were scuppered with the economy downturn as no one had the money. Offer accepted, and the homeowner even gladly donated several beer and chip runs to the overall cause, delighted that his given up on project would be going ahead, because of the lock downs painters and such workers and supplies were impossible to get. Meanwhile this enterprising individual paid especially good attention to the monolith of wall between the two homes. Four unbroken stories of selfluminious whiteness without a window.
The fruit of his efforts were borne out at every sunset where with the help of a mini digital projector the helpful neighbour's family settled against their garden chairs to watch their very own imax sized screen, aka the newly painted house wall.
So a thirty foot screen outdoor cinema, all for the cost of a few hours grift and leftover paint is transformed into the provision of endless entertainment for the man and his family.

Coincidentally, I am Business Manager for Projection at a UK AV distributor :giggle:
 

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