Doom: Keen Absolution

I built a rocketship to mars in my backyard. how did the planet burn? imagine a rubber band rolling over a baseball. that's what the shockwave looked like from my window. it had to be worse on the surface. he's gone.

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On golden chariots

It looked almost like a classic rocketship, a throwback of sorts. its sharp, tapered nose swelled through a curving fuselage to delta wings that promised speed the armstrong patently could not deliver. but at least the aesthetic was nice.

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A Little Problem

The spoon at turns became an airplane heading for the runway, a train on its way into a tunnel, or a rocketship landing on the moon.

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Jesse

He made the spoon into an airplane, a rocketship, and a racecar. jesse just sat there in his chair, paws folded across his diapered lap, ears turned down, with a muzzle and a bib covered with pancake crumbs and syrup.

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