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twincityhackerTitle: Racing, and Pacing, and Plotting the Course
Fandom: MST3K
Characters: Torgo
Prompt: Winter
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Author's Notes: The first thing when I saw the speed skaters? "Someone been hitting the thigh master?" or possiblely "They're all saytars!" I'm not sure.
Table: Twincityhacker's Table of Frolicing Fics
Racing, and Pacing, and Plotting the Course
He stood flexing at the starting line. Bending down for the start, he glared at his competitor and held still to wait for the shot. When the bang went off, he didn't think at all. His skates bit into the ice as he pushed himself against the ice, going faster and faster across the slick surface. He flew across the ice trying to beat the competition, beat everyone. His body felt like it was being consumed by fire as he crossed the ten thousand meter finish line.
Gasping, Torgo looked at the ranking board. Silver. The Master would not approve.
Fandom: MST3K
Characters: Torgo
Prompt: Winter
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Author's Notes: The first thing when I saw the speed skaters? "Someone been hitting the thigh master?" or possiblely "They're all saytars!" I'm not sure.
Table: Twincityhacker's Table of Frolicing Fics
Racing, and Pacing, and Plotting the Course
He stood flexing at the starting line. Bending down for the start, he glared at his competitor and held still to wait for the shot. When the bang went off, he didn't think at all. His skates bit into the ice as he pushed himself against the ice, going faster and faster across the slick surface. He flew across the ice trying to beat the competition, beat everyone. His body felt like it was being consumed by fire as he crossed the ten thousand meter finish line.
Gasping, Torgo looked at the ranking board. Silver. The Master would not approve.
