I remember my first slig. That guy scared me, and it definately made their allegiance clear, but I think it was mostly the music that did it. I remember the tension of the slig on that platform in the middle of nowhere. I was really tensed up. I waited for just the right moment to enter the door and sneak off-screen.
The only time I really ever got scared to something more than tightening my fingers, which I did several times, was when I was killed. Every time I got shot, skewered, smushed or fell off screen, I would jump in my seat. By the time I first tried to take on the fleeches, I sneaked, sneaked, sneaked. Even then, the fleeches woke up. Panic would always insue.
Ah the fun those guys were. I'd always jump when I died, but then laugh it off.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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