Aramis Fox Update – March 2013

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One of my resolutions for 2013 was to get kickin’ with a bit more friction on my twitter novel, Aramis Fox, which will turn four years old (!) come June. Posting frequency had downturned a little bit in 2012 because of stuff and that, but I got a little more enthused about things toward the end of ought-twelve and came up with a plan whereby any time I find myself fucking around on my phone, particularly when on or waiting for public transport, I commit to posting at least once to Aramis Fox before settling down to a game or seven of Jetpack Joyride, to pluck an example out of nowhere. As such it feels like this story is making better progress than it ever has before, which is nice.

For those who came in late, Aramis Fox is an ongoing story told via installments on twitter, about a guy who gets super powers and has to work out what to do next. You can find out a bit more about it on the Aramis Fox page.

Anyway, because sharing = caring, here’s a bit of an update on what’s been happening with our hero in the last couple of months.

I guess the two main things that have been going on lately are that Aramis, our hero, had telekinetic sex with his girlfriend Jenny, the first time that they’d used his new powers in that way. Also Aramis did a bit more research into the training courses available for learning how to use super-powers, and met up again with “Mr. Friendly”, a guy he’s met before a couple of times: once at a cafe near his work and once at a superfight that got started at a bookstore in the middle of the launch of a retired hero’s memoir.

The story archives are all updated in their sequential, reverse sequential and prose formats and you can read them over at aramisfox.wordpress.com or head over and follow Aramis at www.twitter.com/arfox to get new instalments fresh as they happen.

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