Fridge logic, and a meme

[active_apathy]

Dear Bioware,

Why is it that, on planets with hostile environments that will melt armour in under a minute, Getherton G. MacGeth of Gethsville, Gethland, is completely untroubled by the temperature?¹

Similarly, the agents of the evil corporation's supersecret research department don't seem to freeze to death waiting to defend the supersecret science facility, and the sudden unexpected space pirates appear not to need helmets on a planet with no atmosphere.

Slightly puzzled,
active_apathy,
Refrigerational logician²

And now, because I have again attacked with the prompt 'cinnamon', a meme from maggiebloome:

The first TEN (10)³ people⁴ to comment in this post get to request a drabble or a poem or something of any pairing/character/misc of their choosing⁵ from me⁶. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

1. I am assuming that this is not, in fact, another part of the Checkhov's Gun Arsenal that is the rest of the game. It's almost like they really, really want to join Checkhov's NRA.
2. There needs to be a name for linking people to tvtropes. Troperolling, perhaps? Except that the trope link tends to be entirely relevant, as are the next seventy-four tabs that you will open.
   
3. Not necessarily limited to TEN (10).
4. Necessarily limited to people.
5. Choosing things I know something about may yield better results.
   
6. I shall endeavour to be less flakesome this time.

Comments

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

...I'll have a go if you do :P if it proves too difficult, you could just write a story about River writing a poem, and I could just write a poem that started life as a sestina :P

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Very well, I accept! (Accept what?) :D