The final round popped out as Philippa racked her Beretta M9's slide. Clack-click ti-ting. That was it. That was them. Over. She spat blood and knew the warm wailing sirens wouldn't arrive in time. She hauled herself to the keyboard and started to type, each letter booming like so many gunshots leading to this moment. "Warr! Huah! Yeah," she wrote. "What is she good for?"…
Posts tagged “Pipfic”
"Warr! Huah! Yeah. What is she good for?" I like to think Philippa would open this post with. "Being furious about pencils," she might say next, "but also writing this post about the release date of Total War: Attila." My Pip fanfic - Pipfic, I call it - has yet to capture her tone, cadence, diction, humour, or any other aspect of her writing or…