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Violent Frightening Disaster - Five
Volunteers Facing Dilemmas
Date unknown

Whether in a deserted train station, desperately waiting for Beatrice to show up, a perforated percolator under my arm, or in a dark cave where I was selecting the wine that would be served with the pasta puttanesca, or trapped inside an elevator, or even in a house in flames, I have often reflected upon this: Is a dilemma better than no choice at all?
Dilemma here is a word which means ''Very difficult choice between two different things''. For example, choosing between throwing a sugar pot in the cold water of a river or keeping it hidden in your coat can be a dilemma, especially if you have a gun pointed at your skull by a woman in heels nearly as high as her self-esteem when facing that dilemma.
Dilemmas are especially hard because you have no escape, no third path. But is one path better?
Is having no choice at all better?
Which of the two situations is the easiest one?
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As Mr Poe considered the letter before his eyes, he was probab
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Last message for Diane
A nightstand covered with blue velvet. On it stands a lamp. It is unplugged, but the red light bulb in it is lit. A feminine hand is bathed in the light, lying on the soft fabric. It is completely motionless. On the palm, a green tape recorder is playing.
Voice from the tape recorder : Diane. I am holding in my hand a cup of solid black coffee. I don't know what time it is and time may very well be completely different, here. Sorry about that. I am trapped inside a set of rooms called ''The black lodge''. I have no idea if this message can get through, but I have no other option at the time other than this. If my plan succeeds, this message should be transmitted to my past self once it has been recorded and sent. I already tried to get a first message through, but I can only presume of the success of the operation. If I am correct, the message in question should have been given to Laura Palmer by Annie before she was murdered by her father. I still hope to save her.
I am
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Literature
Violent Frightening Disaster - Four
Interlude : Verde Foresta e Disperazione
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A forest. Seven years after the schism.
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The main problem with promises is that, if you sincerely make them, you can't help but feel bad when you break them.
Not doing what you say is not always good, but it's alright when compared to the act of breaking a promise.
I have had a life full of intrigues and perils, and most of the time both of them at the same time. This had left me facing plenty of situations in which promises were broken. Either by me, by an infamous unibrowed character, or by lots of altogether different people, some of them I would never  be able to see again.
And, reflecting upon it all inside a shed located at the top of a tree at the foot of which two lions were waiting for their prey to make a move, I realized that promises could very well be linked to all of the biggest problems I had experienced in my past.
I silently promised myself not to make any promise anymore, then tho
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Literature
Sir Terry Pratchett (Version Traduite)
Ils étaient assis au bord du monde, leurs jambes pendant au-dessus de l'abîme et, plus bas, de la tête d'une majestueuse tortue. Il y avait là un maje, un flic, une sorcière, un patricien et un orang-outan.
Et, enfin, une personnification anthropomorphique.
L'homme du Guet parla le premier. "Alors, qu'est-ce qu'on fait?", demanda-t-il, un cigare se consumant entre ses doigts.
Le maje serra le poing autour de son chapeau, le regard perdu dans la dimension supérieure qui abrite tous les regards perdus.
La sorcière tenta un grognement, mais celui-ci manquait clairement de conviction.
L'orang-outan débarrassa le coin de son œil d'une larme persistante.
Et le Patricien dit : "Nous nous trouvons un ange, Commissaire Vimaire, voilà ce que nous faisons.".
Et, à ces mots, son regard rejoignit celui du maje dans un Univers éloigné.
Il y eut un long silence, brisé finalement par la voix tremblante du maje.
"Nous sommes morts.",
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Literature
A True Nightmare
A few years after the end of the Universe.
Scene I :
A carpet, a lamp, an old wooden clock in the middle of nowhere. Chalk marks all around on the floor.
A man is sitting in an armchair. He is holding a piece of chalk.
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It's been years. Years of a lifetime dedicated to sitting in that armchair, waiting for something to happen.  
The lamp beside me is the only source of light. The sun is now extinct. It's been five years since it expired a warm last breath.  
Time is gone, but the clock still works, the hands allowing me to mark each virtual day as it ends.
Why me?
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Scene II :
A carpet, a lamp, an old wooden clock in the middle of nowhere. Chalk marks all around on the floor. Shards scattered on the ground. A corpse on the carpet.
A man is sitting in an armchair. He is holding a shard. His hand is covered in blood.
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I tried to end it all by killing myself, yesterday. I took the lightbulb from the lamp, broke it against the cold floor and sliced my veins with a shard.  
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Literature
A True Nightmare
A few years after the end of the Universe.
Scene I :
A carpet, a lamp, an old wooden clock in the middle of nowhere. Chalk marks all around on the floor.
A man is sitting in an armchair. He is holding a piece of chalk.
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It's been years. Years of a lifetime dedicated to sitting in that armchair, waiting for something to happen.  
The lamp beside me is the only source of light. The sun is now extinct. It's been five years since it expired a warm last breath.  
Time is gone, but the clock still works, the hands allowing me to mark each virtual day as it ends.
Why me?
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Scene II :
A carpet, a lamp, an old wooden clock in the middle of nowhere. Chalk marks all around on the floor. Shards scattered on the ground. A corpse on the carpet.
A man is sitting in an armchair. He is holding a shard. His hand is covered in blood.
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I tried to end it all by killing myself, yesterday. I took the lightbulb from the lamp, broke it against the cold floor and sliced my veins with a shard.  
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Literature
Violent Frightening Disaster - Three
Three : Various Fedoras for Disguise
A sober-looking office - Three years after the Schism
Mr. Poe's hand was trembling over the paperwork, as he was considering the signature at the bottom of the letter at the top of the pile of documents. He swallowed his saliva in a nervous gulp and lit a match.
Once the letter had been entirely consumed by fire, as too many houses around him had already been, he sat at his desk and took hold of a collection of recent photographs of a man wearing different types of hats in different positions. In most of the photographs, the man turned his back to the camera.
In the last of them, however, the face was visible under the gray fedora.
Mr. Poe attached the photograph in question to the file, took a sober-looking pen and wrote on the first page :
L. Snicket
Decease Confirmed
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Mr. Poe had just written the most important lie of his whole life.
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Literature
Time, the Universe and Everything : Final
Last chapters : written on 7th May 2015.
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Chapter 41 : All is weird that ends well
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There was a robot and one single Universe left.
There was a man from Earth and a woman from Earth.
There was Zaphod and there was Ford.
There was Slartibartfast and a fjord.
The robot looked at the sky and said: ''He was right.''.
''Who was, Marvin?'', Trillian asked, as Arthur was lying on the grass before his house, a cup of steaming tea next to him.
''The Keeper of the After-sale Service of the soul. He was right. This is... good. What he said was the best thing that could be said.'', the robot concluded.
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Please prepare for a flashback in the next chapter.
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Chapter 42 : The Keeper's message to his creator
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Final Chapter : The Keeper's message to his creator.
''I am here to complete a work which has been going
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Literature
Time, the Universe and Everything (32-40)
Chapter 32 : A feeling of trouble
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Arthur Dent woke up and opened his eyes. When the first thing in the day that one sees is a stain of moisture on a dirty ceiling, one has the right to feel miserable.
Arthur didn't see any stain of moisture when he opened his eyes. What he saw was a blue sky and the sun. You might think that one has the right to feel happy when one's first sight of the morning is a blue sky. However, if Arthur felt happiness, he felt it only for a short period of time.
The first sound that he heard was that of a bulldozer demolishing his house a few dozens of meters from his head. ''Ah, hello Mister Dent'', a voice shouted above the noise of the monstrous yellow engine. ''We took the liberty to get you out of your bed before you got crushed by our bulldozer. Ah-ah.'', the voice continued in a cheerfull tone.
And then, the sky went black. And the Universe ended.
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Chapter 33 : Zaphod's Soun
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Time, the Universe and Everything (22-31)
Chapter 22 : Headless Hero
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The only known cure for having your head cut off is having a spare head. It's something french sovereign failed to grasp during the eighteenth century.
Zaphod Beeblebrox had a spare head. But it did nothing to comfort him. Because Zaphod did not want to lose any head, which was quite understandable.
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''Resistance is useless!'', the vogon guard shouted.
''Resistance is useless!'', another vogon guard shouted. ''Oh, hello, Zwapoon.'', he added, as he was emerging from the corner of the corridor.
''Hello, colleague!'', the other one shouted.
''Hello, Ford. Hello, old man. Hello, Earthman.'', Zaphod shouted bitterly. ''This time, you might be right about us being about to die.'', he said to Arthur Dent.
''Oh, thank you very much.'', the said Arthur Dent answered.
A ultimate ''Resistance is useless!'' echoed in the large corridor before the ship was rattled by an unexpected meeting with a missile.
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Silence. Dark.
A weak cough b
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Time, the Universe and Everything (11-21)
Chapter 11 : Fixed
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Arthur stopped drinking as soon as he heard the voice.
The voice didn't have the disgusting and ruthless tone of a Vogon. Nor did it have the calm and cheerful tone of Ford announcing bad news. It did certainly not have the gloomy tone of a depressed robot, and it most definitely did not have the desperate tone of Arthur stating the obvious when facing dangerous events.
Heart-warming was the tone. And that was new.
Arthur rose his head.
There on the sand, an old man was standing. The voice belonged to him.
''Welcome to the after-sales service of the soul'', the man repeated.
Arthur's lower jaw seemed unexpectedly attracted by the end of his toes.
Zaphod's mouth rose from the bottle of Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster he was holding.
''What did the man just say?'', he asked Arthur in the most nonchalant of tones.
But Arthur did not answer the question. Instead, he started crying.
For Arthur had just been given something he had never had in years. He h
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Time, the Universe and Everything (1-10)
Chapter 1 : The Undoubted Beginning
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The Greatest Scientists in the Universe share the same thought about time.* Time, they say, is an utterly inexplicable mess. Which is true, but doesn't stop them from trying to explain it, mostly because of the way people's brain work.
There are all sorts of brains around the Universe.
On planet Thatcher, for example, the members of the Churchill race (which, by an inexplicable coincidence**, has the same name as a british Prime Minister***), have the strangest sort of brain in the whole universe. It consists of a yellow liquid which tends to evaporate by the ears when exposed to high heat. The fact that the climate on Thatcher is essentially of the tropical type explains the early extinction of that race.
But what is shared by the brains of most of the species in the Universe is that incredible thirst for curiosity. The brain, in most of the cases, wants to stay busy. The brain needs to think. And so, those who do
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Happy Towel Day!

“A towel, [The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy] says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.”
― Douglas Adams The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galax

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mollyneons Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2015  Student General Artist
thx for fav! :)
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Joe-Roberts Featured By Owner May 15, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
 Thanks for faving :)
TARDIS? by Joe-Roberts 
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Mirliton-Herisson Featured By Owner May 3, 2015
Merci pour les favoris :)
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TavrinLamora Featured By Owner May 3, 2015
Ils sont bien mérités, Mirli ;)
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Mirliton-Herisson Featured By Owner May 3, 2015
Boing! Boing! :happybounce: Merci! :) :)

Comment ça va, toi?
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TavrinLamora Featured By Owner May 4, 2015
Ca va bien! Je nage dans la physique :)
Comment vas-tu?
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AnarkistArt Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2015  Hobbyist Interface Designer
Thanks for the fave!!
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Mirliton-Herisson Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2014
Coucou!

Merci du fav pour Quissifrott le hérisson meugnon...Nod 
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Dukesblaze13 Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2014  Student General Artist
You've been hugged. Huggle!

Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)

RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
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TavrinLamora Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2013
Thak you for your nice comment and for watching me ! I try to be as precise as I can in my drawings.
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