Christine Ch 2
Still, with the state of everything else in the offices, she was fairly certain that if they could have given her the boxy old machines that used the crt monitors, they would have. there was next to no powered equipment in the warehouse.
Work Pressures
The living room was simply furnished, having only a plush couch, a chair, a large bookshelf, and a small stand with a small crt tv and a vcr.
Whistle
It was middle-class, with clean white walls, mostly-stainless brown carpet and a decent crt television set. ben took off his shoes and left them at the door, as did syf.
7 Days to Rut
There was one small 6" crt screen and nick pressed the power button, it flicked to life and showed a black and white view from a cctv camera just outside the blast door. "sweet, we can watch for the boss." nick said. "or zombies." max snorted.
Data Extraction by Inconspicuous (commissioned)
Her fingers drummed against a draconian device that looked like a crt monitor with a large pickle jar taped to the side. "your wonderful brain is going in here," she tapped the jar.
The Fix Is In
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a crt tv, let alone one this fuck-off huge. how much would it have set alastor back…? alastor. shit. right. that’s the last thing he remembered, having a conversation with the ninetales and then… darkness.
Reversed Gallantry
Aside from her bed and a stand to hold up a crt, the only things in her room were random books, knick knacks, and older bits of technology like an mp3 player strewn about the floor. none of which she had any interest in at the moment.
Slither
**\*\*\*\*** the clicking and clacking of a gaming controller filled the basement along with the dull glow of an old crt television on the sole occupant of the room.
The Dogs Of War
An old crt television shattered somewhere inside it, and an electric frying pan lid rolled away into the long grass. lang squeezed his trigger, and the grenade pitched across the clearing and through the doorway.
Max and Kona
It gave off a static fuzz similar to a crt screen. “i’m very sorry, but i can’t pass up an opportunity like this.” its tone had shifted. its playful curiosity was gone, and it sounded almost dour with its admission. “what do you mean!?”
What Was Broken [6]
The old, worn crt was better than nothing since sean had left his laptop at home. the wolf's damp fur stuck out at comical angles. "_the last paladin_ is on tonight if you want to catch it. starts in about fifteen minutes."
Cafe Plaisir: The Box
The blue glare of her old-fashioned crt monitor cast an eerie lighting over her thick, blue plastic rimmed glasses and cruel looking smile... she had left it, for herself. a little reward.