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Funny, I just wrote a little Destiny story. I felt like posting it somewhere and was going to post it here. This is quite convenient. This hasn't been edited, hasn't been reworked, it just went from the brain to the page and has been left untouched. [spoiler]“So, where are you taking us?” “Away.” “Yes, I can see that, but where?” “Somewhere else.” “I could stop you.” “You won’t.” “No, I don’t suppose that I will” The engines of a jumpship roared, and the craft pulled away from the surface. Up, ripping through the dense clouds, until all that could be seen were stars. A blue dot expanded ahead of the craft and engulfed it completely as it tore in to it. There was nothing to go back to, not anymore. Maybe their bodies would be found by new ghosts, made new again, but [i]they[/i] would be gone. A Guardian is an embodiment of its ghost, for the Guardian never existed, not truly, until its ghost claimed it. When a Ghost is lost, it’s Guardian is not far behind. Guardians die, and they are brought back. Again and again, they are brought back to die again. After so many deaths there is no fear, how could you fear all that you have ever known? So when a Ghost dies, and they are not brought back, what does a Guardian feel? The shimmering neon blue surrounding the ship gave way to black, dotted with the stars of far off solar systems neither Guardian nor Ghost had ever visited. Had they been visited in the Golden Age? The question used to be asked with a hope that they would discover what new adventures awaited them in the far off stars, but this one was laced with dread. A finality that was not expected, but was laced with a determined focus, a focus on the patch of space ahead of the craft without stars. “We’ve arrived” “What are we planning, exactly?” “You know the answer” “We could return to the tower.” “No.” “No?” “I’m tired. I need to rest, like you.” The jumpship rocketed forward as warnings flared throughout the cockpit. Warnings of overheating, warnings of imminent collision, and warnings of an armed warhead aboard. The Hive ship fired at the jumpship, but it was simply moving too fast. “Goodbye, my friend” The Ghost whispered to itself, and looked down upon the corpse of his Guardian. “Goodbye.”[/spoiler]

I don't have time to write a whole story, but I'll submit this title and plot-synopsis instead: [b]The Week Fluffy Turned into a Girl Every Day: A Coming of Girl Story[/b] In this story, we follow one Mr. Evil Fluffy, as he stumbles through the inexplicable process of gender-swapping every day for one entire week. On the first day, he turns into a sexy, solid 9-out-of-10 and ends up taking full advantage of the situation to comical effect. On day two, he transforms into a clutzy, frazzled 5 and discovers that playing the sex card isn't the solution to all of his (her!) problems. Day three is ruined when he transforms yet again — this time, into a girl in the middle of her period. Fortunately, after surviving day three, Fluffy turns into a sassy, street-smart black woman. As if learning to get by as the fairer sex weren't enough, Fluffy also gets a firsthand experience learning what it's like to deal with casual racism. Day five, Fluffy becomes a single mother of three — forced to wrangle a messy toddler; a rascally, 10-year-old, mischief-making daughter; and an angsty teenage son. And though you'd think that was the peak of this story, Fluffy then becomes the one and only Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton the following day: day six. As one of the most powerful women in the world, Fluffy is forced to make some hard decisions that may very well change his life. Finally, on day seven, Fluffy wakes up as himself again. Having learned what it's like to be the opposite sex, Fluffy realizes that even though he is physically a man, he has a strong, beautiful, independent inner-woman within himself.