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Random Insanity / THIS! IS! FORUM!
« on: April 26, 2010, 07:34:23 AM »
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Random Insanity / Coming soon to a forum topic near you....
« on: March 19, 2010, 09:37:23 PM »
It will be immense...
It will be bigger than all before it.
It will be... THE COLLISION.
COMING SOON TO A FORUM TOPIC NEAR YOU.
WORDS
WILL
GROW
INCREASINGLY
LARGER
AND
MORE
ANNOYING
THE COLLISION- FENRS WOLF'S NEWEST NON-MASTERPIECE
EV/EN/TUALLY
/hype
It will be bigger than all before it.
It will be... THE COLLISION.
COMING SOON TO A FORUM TOPIC NEAR YOU.
WORDS
WILL
GROW
INCREASINGLY
LARGER
AND
MORE
ANNOYING
THE COLLISION- FENRS WOLF'S NEWEST NON-MASTERPIECE
EV/EN/TUALLY
/hype
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Random Topics / Forms!
« on: March 19, 2010, 09:22:43 PM »
a number of people around the chat have multiple forms. I think it might be a bit annoying to explain these forms to other people as they join, so... this is a topic. you could list the various chatroom forms you have in it. I know I will.
Base Form: Fen Wolf
Anthromorphic Grey wolf in a brown robe with a chaotic staff, a straw fedora, and a little box with a crystal of concentrated chaos.
Secondary Form: Drahn
Bronze-scaled dragon, with five eyes in the pattern seen on standard die, quadrupedal, and with two mouths- one below the other, as well as two tails, one to the left and one to the right. My best size estimate is big enough to fit an average sized couch in one of his mouths and swallow it whole.
Alternate Forms:
FenOrb
little hovering white sphere with a glowing green eye, your helper to making working with FenTech that much better.
FenBlob
Fen in blob form. He's still grey, but now with 100% more blob!
Arin'Kah
Anthro avian, draped in very large robes of a dark, blending purple/red coloration to match feathers. still manages to fly, despite lack of wings.
Fenra
[DATA EXPUNGED]
Jin
Crimson-furred wolf with large claws on skeletal hands and feet. Teeth are large, sharp fangs. Wears a black, slightly tattered (though long) robe with a hood.
Askr
1.5 foot long dragon, black scales. He's a tricky thief with offscreen storage.
Base Form: Fen Wolf
Anthromorphic Grey wolf in a brown robe with a chaotic staff, a straw fedora, and a little box with a crystal of concentrated chaos.
Secondary Form: Drahn
Bronze-scaled dragon, with five eyes in the pattern seen on standard die, quadrupedal, and with two mouths- one below the other, as well as two tails, one to the left and one to the right. My best size estimate is big enough to fit an average sized couch in one of his mouths and swallow it whole.
Alternate Forms:
FenOrb
little hovering white sphere with a glowing green eye, your helper to making working with FenTech that much better.
FenBlob
Fen in blob form. He's still grey, but now with 100% more blob!
Arin'Kah
Anthro avian, draped in very large robes of a dark, blending purple/red coloration to match feathers. still manages to fly, despite lack of wings.
Fenra
[DATA EXPUNGED]
Jin
Crimson-furred wolf with large claws on skeletal hands and feet. Teeth are large, sharp fangs. Wears a black, slightly tattered (though long) robe with a hood.
Askr
1.5 foot long dragon, black scales. He's a tricky thief with offscreen storage.
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Random Topics / STOPPED FOREVER. until about the end of next month.
« on: February 10, 2010, 07:02:20 PM »
everything being done by me (Wolf of Sandwiches) is on hold FOREVER until the end of next month-ish. mostly because I'll have limited access to this place if at all. Just wanted to make the official or something.
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Art Gallery / Art? Maybe.. just maybe.
« on: February 05, 2010, 04:51:54 PM »
so, chatters saw this:
what does this mean? I might draw things. It's a fun idea but I doubt I'll be able to draw much. certainly nothing alive for awhile, gonna try to stick with things that are simpler until I get better. If I do continue this, I'm gonna have to obtain better means of getting pictures into computers than an old digital camera.
what does this mean? I might draw things. It's a fun idea but I doubt I'll be able to draw much. certainly nothing alive for awhile, gonna try to stick with things that are simpler until I get better. If I do continue this, I'm gonna have to obtain better means of getting pictures into computers than an old digital camera.
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Random Insanity / Blobbly blob adventures of Blob.
« on: January 05, 2010, 03:32:42 PM »
looks, an MSPA.
everyone loves those, an-
OH GODS THE BAD ART IT BURNS
anyway, going to try an MSPA (traditionally done in not-MS Paint)
and I will accept suggestions both here in the forum as well as by chat (just be sure I see it for the latter one. if I'm not there I obviously can't accept it.
if you do not know what an MSPA is, or how to participate in one, check out MS Paint Adventures.
well, I'll start this off now.
You are this blob. your name is Blob. You have been tasked by the ELDER TASKMASTERS to escape the fearsome DOORLESS ROOM as a RITE OF ASCENDANCE to prove yourself worthy of getting a QUEST from them.
>
everyone loves those, an-
OH GODS THE BAD ART IT BURNS
anyway, going to try an MSPA (traditionally done in not-MS Paint)
and I will accept suggestions both here in the forum as well as by chat (just be sure I see it for the latter one. if I'm not there I obviously can't accept it.
if you do not know what an MSPA is, or how to participate in one, check out MS Paint Adventures.
well, I'll start this off now.
You are this blob. your name is Blob. You have been tasked by the ELDER TASKMASTERS to escape the fearsome DOORLESS ROOM as a RITE OF ASCENDANCE to prove yourself worthy of getting a QUEST from them.
>
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Random Topics / Oh, the horrible parodies. in song lyric form.
« on: December 28, 2009, 11:27:37 PM »
This was on the fence for awhile, but a recent Assassin's Creed 2 event sparked this and it was enough to make a topic. I'll probably do more song parodies, as well.
Song: I Killed A Man
Parody of: I Kissed A Girl
This was not what I had wanted
not my intention
I accidentally tripped, knocked him over
lost my footing
It’s not a thing I used to do
Just fell on a loose stone
I’m sorry for you
It was so very fast
I Killed a man I liked it
The thud of his lifeless body
I killed a man by accident,
I hope the guard doesn’t mind it
It felt so wrong,
But now so right
Don’t mean I’m a murder tonight
I killed a man and I liked it
I liked it
No, I didn’t know his name
It doesn’t matter
He’s in the watery depths
Just rotting away
It’s not what, good guys do
Not what I should do
But I like it anyway
Now I do it everyday
I killed a man and I liked it
The splash as he downed in a canal
I killed a man just to try it
Hope the guard don’t find him
It felt so wrong,
but now so right
Guess I’m a killer tonight
I killed a man and I liked it
I liked it
His body in the haycart
Escapin’ now before it gets too dark
Hard to stop it now
As If I wanted to anyhow
Keep tellin’ em all I’m innocent
I killed a man and I liked it
Drip of his blood on the ground
Hope the guards don’t find him
It felt so wrong,
now I’m sure it’s right
I’m staying a killer tonight
I killed a man and I liked it.
I liked it.
Note:if you have a certain song you'd like parodied, ask! I'll see what I can come up with it.
Song: I Killed A Man
Parody of: I Kissed A Girl
This was not what I had wanted
not my intention
I accidentally tripped, knocked him over
lost my footing
It’s not a thing I used to do
Just fell on a loose stone
I’m sorry for you
It was so very fast
I Killed a man I liked it
The thud of his lifeless body
I killed a man by accident,
I hope the guard doesn’t mind it
It felt so wrong,
But now so right
Don’t mean I’m a murder tonight
I killed a man and I liked it
I liked it
No, I didn’t know his name
It doesn’t matter
He’s in the watery depths
Just rotting away
It’s not what, good guys do
Not what I should do
But I like it anyway
Now I do it everyday
I killed a man and I liked it
The splash as he downed in a canal
I killed a man just to try it
Hope the guard don’t find him
It felt so wrong,
but now so right
Guess I’m a killer tonight
I killed a man and I liked it
I liked it
His body in the haycart
Escapin’ now before it gets too dark
Hard to stop it now
As If I wanted to anyhow
Keep tellin’ em all I’m innocent
I killed a man and I liked it
Drip of his blood on the ground
Hope the guards don’t find him
It felt so wrong,
now I’m sure it’s right
I’m staying a killer tonight
I killed a man and I liked it.
I liked it.
Note:if you have a certain song you'd like parodied, ask! I'll see what I can come up with it.
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Random Insanity / TV Tropes & Us/You/Me/We/Whatever
« on: December 03, 2009, 11:52:30 AM »
I have been browsing TV Tropes a lot recently, but I had a small problem. I realized a lack of certain things, a way something could appear that was similar to a Trope is some way, but didn't have one of its own. I thought that, perhaps, others have discovered this as well.
So I made this topic on the random insanity board where it rightly belongs, to ask: If you've thought of any tropes that don't actually exist, what are they? Also, in the manner which the infamous trap of near-inescapable (though enjoyable) link-hopping has taught us, please include something similar to the trope you've got, or perhaps a counter-trope of some sort. I'll have to ask you not give us more than a couple of links per trope though, and while an explanation or example would be good, getting into things that include the trope would get a bit too close to the actual thing- by that point a page on TV Tropes itself might as well be made.
This is more along the lines of smaller things and/or specifics, but especially something that could very well be a trope if it was better known. Anyway, on to my own!
Fringe Logic
So, someone has just spouted a wave of Insane Troll Logic, and you're convinced they are right. However, something doesn't match up. While it was most certainly Insane Troll Logic, there was something different about it. It made sense. How could this be? It is insane after all! Well, that's fringe logic. While similar, there are differences. ITL jumps from tangent to tangent, and the goal isn't to convince you so much that they are correct and accurate as to just make you give up or blind you with stupid. Fringe Logic, however, takes an approach akin to this, but also keeping in check with reality. Instead, it takes a step from one thing to something that can be associated with it, but only barely, which is where the name comes from, walking on the fringe of one concept to the fringe of another to make your point. It also tends to use the logic of the other person against them and for you.
minor Example: convincing someone you are making art
person1: hey, why are you playing an FPS? I thought you didn't like them?
person2:actually, I am making art.
person1:..what?
person2:see the aliens? when I shoot them what happens?
person1:they bleed.
person2:what color is the blood?
person1:well, some is blue, some green, purple, depends on the alien I guess.
person2:and because it is those colors, it kinda looks like paint. So, in a way, I'm painting.
person1:I guess, yeah. pretty violent painting though.
person2:It's still art.
person1:creepy art, but okay.
while not actually convincing person 1 they aren't playing a video game, person 2 has convinced them they are making art, through limited Fringe Logic.
Similar to Insane Troll Logic, not to be confused with Fridge Logic. The farther you go with Fringe Logic, the more likely it becomes Insane Troll Logic, in addition, Fringe Logic actually has to make sense- even if you use it's method to get there, going from French Fries to McDonald's causing the Irish Potato Famine is just ridiculous.
Snape Was A Ghost, Dumbledore Is Rosebud's Father, And Darth Vader Was The Sled!
When spoilerism goes horribly, horribly wrong. Someone will spew a number of spoilers that not only fall into the It Was His Sled trope, but they also got them incorrect. I haven't actually seen this, but I'm sure it exists somewhere out there. It can range from accidental mixing of characters, doing so purposefully for laughs (or an attempt at such), and sheer idiocy, usually in the form of an Idiot Ball melded into their skull.
So I made this topic on the random insanity board where it rightly belongs, to ask: If you've thought of any tropes that don't actually exist, what are they? Also, in the manner which the infamous trap of near-inescapable (though enjoyable) link-hopping has taught us, please include something similar to the trope you've got, or perhaps a counter-trope of some sort. I'll have to ask you not give us more than a couple of links per trope though, and while an explanation or example would be good, getting into things that include the trope would get a bit too close to the actual thing- by that point a page on TV Tropes itself might as well be made.
This is more along the lines of smaller things and/or specifics, but especially something that could very well be a trope if it was better known. Anyway, on to my own!
Fringe Logic
So, someone has just spouted a wave of Insane Troll Logic, and you're convinced they are right. However, something doesn't match up. While it was most certainly Insane Troll Logic, there was something different about it. It made sense. How could this be? It is insane after all! Well, that's fringe logic. While similar, there are differences. ITL jumps from tangent to tangent, and the goal isn't to convince you so much that they are correct and accurate as to just make you give up or blind you with stupid. Fringe Logic, however, takes an approach akin to this, but also keeping in check with reality. Instead, it takes a step from one thing to something that can be associated with it, but only barely, which is where the name comes from, walking on the fringe of one concept to the fringe of another to make your point. It also tends to use the logic of the other person against them and for you.
minor Example: convincing someone you are making art
person1: hey, why are you playing an FPS? I thought you didn't like them?
person2:actually, I am making art.
person1:..what?
person2:see the aliens? when I shoot them what happens?
person1:they bleed.
person2:what color is the blood?
person1:well, some is blue, some green, purple, depends on the alien I guess.
person2:and because it is those colors, it kinda looks like paint. So, in a way, I'm painting.
person1:I guess, yeah. pretty violent painting though.
person2:It's still art.
person1:creepy art, but okay.
while not actually convincing person 1 they aren't playing a video game, person 2 has convinced them they are making art, through limited Fringe Logic.
Similar to Insane Troll Logic, not to be confused with Fridge Logic. The farther you go with Fringe Logic, the more likely it becomes Insane Troll Logic, in addition, Fringe Logic actually has to make sense- even if you use it's method to get there, going from French Fries to McDonald's causing the Irish Potato Famine is just ridiculous.
Snape Was A Ghost, Dumbledore Is Rosebud's Father, And Darth Vader Was The Sled!
When spoilerism goes horribly, horribly wrong. Someone will spew a number of spoilers that not only fall into the It Was His Sled trope, but they also got them incorrect. I haven't actually seen this, but I'm sure it exists somewhere out there. It can range from accidental mixing of characters, doing so purposefully for laughs (or an attempt at such), and sheer idiocy, usually in the form of an Idiot Ball melded into their skull.
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Epic Battle / PIE!
« on: November 30, 2009, 07:24:08 PM »
Woo! yes! awesomeness!
first regular person topic in the new forum part thing! yeah! woo!
Pie.
fun stuff.
first regular person topic in the new forum part thing! yeah! woo!
Pie.
fun stuff.
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Random Insanity / The Official Court System Of The Crimson Flag Chat
« on: November 23, 2009, 09:20:48 PM »
step one: everyone arrives. Lawyers, defendant, prosecutor, judge, bailiff, etc.
step two: proceed as normal, give case, plea, so and so.
step three: determine preliminary decision.
step four: find other decisions.
step five: consult the Great Oracle of Vagueness for his advice.
step six: take vote by campfire.
step seven: votes will be held in tiki head.
step eight: burn votes in campfire.
step nine:watch campfire. if it changes color, recount votes. if it remains the same, continue to step ten.
step ten: resurrect zombies.
step eleven: count votes of zombies.
step twelve: ignore zombie votes.
step thirteen: destroy zombies.
step fourteen: collect zombie parts.
step fifteen: locate full deck of playing cards.
step sixteen: set up poker table.
step seventeen: set up chairs for poker.
step eighteen: determine zombie part values.
step nineteen: play poker with zombie parts.
step twenty: someone wins.
step twenty-one: winner decides the verdict.
step twenty-two: winner decides what happens to the defendant if guilty.
step twenty-three: get asked why this system is in place.
step twenty-four: proclaim that it is tradition.
step twenty-five: explain that the poker game cannot be skipped to because you need zombie parts.
step 26: explain you need zombie parts because you need zombie votes.
step 27: explain you needed zombie votes because yours were burned in a fire.
step 28: explain yours were burned because they were in a tiki head.
step 29: explain they were in a tiki head because it was near a fire.
step 30: explain they were near a fire because it is dramatic.
step 31: explain that you need the drama because otherwise it is boring
step 32: explain it is boring because nobody understands the Oracle.
step 33: explain that he is consulted anyway because he is the Oracle and it'd be silly to not do it.
step 34: explain that we find as many decisions as possible to better understand him
step 35: explain that by making so many, we start to make less sense.
step 36: explain that the less sense we make the more the Oracle makes.
step 37: play poker while explaining
step 38: defeat everyone at poker because they were distracted by your explanation.
step 39: determine the verdict.
step 40: determine the punishment (if any)
step 41: go to the forums.
step 42: if it does not yet exist, make a step-by-step set of instructions for the court system.
step two: proceed as normal, give case, plea, so and so.
step three: determine preliminary decision.
step four: find other decisions.
step five: consult the Great Oracle of Vagueness for his advice.
step six: take vote by campfire.
step seven: votes will be held in tiki head.
step eight: burn votes in campfire.
step nine:watch campfire. if it changes color, recount votes. if it remains the same, continue to step ten.
step ten: resurrect zombies.
step eleven: count votes of zombies.
step twelve: ignore zombie votes.
step thirteen: destroy zombies.
step fourteen: collect zombie parts.
step fifteen: locate full deck of playing cards.
step sixteen: set up poker table.
step seventeen: set up chairs for poker.
step eighteen: determine zombie part values.
step nineteen: play poker with zombie parts.
step twenty: someone wins.
step twenty-one: winner decides the verdict.
step twenty-two: winner decides what happens to the defendant if guilty.
step twenty-three: get asked why this system is in place.
step twenty-four: proclaim that it is tradition.
step twenty-five: explain that the poker game cannot be skipped to because you need zombie parts.
step 26: explain you need zombie parts because you need zombie votes.
step 27: explain you needed zombie votes because yours were burned in a fire.
step 28: explain yours were burned because they were in a tiki head.
step 29: explain they were in a tiki head because it was near a fire.
step 30: explain they were near a fire because it is dramatic.
step 31: explain that you need the drama because otherwise it is boring
step 32: explain it is boring because nobody understands the Oracle.
step 33: explain that he is consulted anyway because he is the Oracle and it'd be silly to not do it.
step 34: explain that we find as many decisions as possible to better understand him
step 35: explain that by making so many, we start to make less sense.
step 36: explain that the less sense we make the more the Oracle makes.
step 37: play poker while explaining
step 38: defeat everyone at poker because they were distracted by your explanation.
step 39: determine the verdict.
step 40: determine the punishment (if any)
step 41: go to the forums.
step 42: if it does not yet exist, make a step-by-step set of instructions for the court system.
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Writer's Guild / The Wanderer's Tales
« on: November 19, 2009, 09:07:36 PM »
Here I will have the names of stories, which will be labeled within various states; Concept, Planning, Writing, Finalizing, and Finished.
Concept is me working on the general gist of the story, Planning being how that'll work out, Writing is... well... writing. Finalization is the end work, it could be shown to people, but I personally think it should be better before hand. I don't need to explain the last one.
They will also be in order of creation, as they won't really have a chronology to them. While obviously taking place at different times, the times when they take place don't matter much. Some will obviously be an exception to this.
All these stories will be (unless stated otherwise) written as being the travels of Fenrs throughout the land. They don't belong to a particular universe, but maybe one will be invented around them... Or maybe they'll simply be a very early part of one already in the creation process...
I suppose it'll be found out when it happens, eh?
The Stories
The Wanderer Who Came And Left (current status: Finished.)
The Land Lost (Concept)/The Creation Of A Traveler (Concept) -I'm thinking about both of these, but don't know which I'll write fist. If you guys are more interested in one title than the other say so, I'll probably go for that one then.
Getting Them
Once a story is labeled as 'Finished' download it from that attachments thing at the bottom. This keeps the forums from getting all clogged up with my stories, which I intend to have a lot of, especially with the flexibility I've given myself.
The Explanation
These stories originally were to take place in the Metamor Universe, but not to be achieved, as they did not involve Metamor Keep, but rather the character Fenrs in his travels. While I kept the abilities of Fenrs from the MK universe (Chorokinesis), I decided change the setting, story, and other such details so that it would be separate from that universe.
Other Stuff
comments! leave them! I'd like to know what you guys think, and since I'm newish to writing I love to get constructive criticism, it is appreciated greatly.
As a side note, thanks Kai for telling me about attaching files to posts. Saves space and time.
Thanks also to Pontos for his review on my first story of this setting and helping me to try and better it.
Concept is me working on the general gist of the story, Planning being how that'll work out, Writing is... well... writing. Finalization is the end work, it could be shown to people, but I personally think it should be better before hand. I don't need to explain the last one.
They will also be in order of creation, as they won't really have a chronology to them. While obviously taking place at different times, the times when they take place don't matter much. Some will obviously be an exception to this.
All these stories will be (unless stated otherwise) written as being the travels of Fenrs throughout the land. They don't belong to a particular universe, but maybe one will be invented around them... Or maybe they'll simply be a very early part of one already in the creation process...
I suppose it'll be found out when it happens, eh?
The Stories
The Wanderer Who Came And Left (current status: Finished.)
The Land Lost (Concept)/The Creation Of A Traveler (Concept) -I'm thinking about both of these, but don't know which I'll write fist. If you guys are more interested in one title than the other say so, I'll probably go for that one then.
Getting Them
Once a story is labeled as 'Finished' download it from that attachments thing at the bottom. This keeps the forums from getting all clogged up with my stories, which I intend to have a lot of, especially with the flexibility I've given myself.
The Explanation
These stories originally were to take place in the Metamor Universe, but not to be achieved, as they did not involve Metamor Keep, but rather the character Fenrs in his travels. While I kept the abilities of Fenrs from the MK universe (Chorokinesis), I decided change the setting, story, and other such details so that it would be separate from that universe.
Other Stuff
comments! leave them! I'd like to know what you guys think, and since I'm newish to writing I love to get constructive criticism, it is appreciated greatly.
As a side note, thanks Kai for telling me about attaching files to posts. Saves space and time.
Thanks also to Pontos for his review on my first story of this setting and helping me to try and better it.
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Writer's Guild / FenTech Science
« on: November 16, 2009, 09:18:12 PM »
FenTech Science is here to make your day better.
That's what it seems, anyway. Who knows what that crazy company is up to? I'm not sure myself. perhaps you'll be able to figure it out eventually, or maybe even guess what happens before it does. This topic is the current home of the FenTech Science Universe, the stories of which are told in parts. Life is a grand stage, and all these people have their own scene. Time works differently here. Just because one story came here first doesn't mean it is the earliest story, and the next one may suddenly make many things make sense- but how many questions will it bring up itself? This is a place not of adventure, but of strangity, of stories linked by a name, and of thoughts and choices. It takes place in an unspecified city, on an unspecified year-or maybe years, but a time with many similarities to our own. Welcome, friends, the universe of FenTech Science.
As I said, this is a story universe. What, though, does that mean? It means not all the stories need to be mine. You may write some of your own, as many as you wish, so long as they follow the rules. For every universe must have rules. Unfortunately, the timeline I rather... limited. Especially now. The best way to get a story into the universe canon is to talk to me about it. I'll help you out with details, see if what happens in your story matches up with events of the universe, make sure we don't get any paradoxes, and, of course, be someone to bounce ideas back and forth with, without letting readers know what might happen ahead of time. Plus it keeps things from getting confusing and contradictory when they aren't supposed to be.
Why not just have the rules here? That may be a question. You see, the universe is going to be rather complex, especially with all the blank spots of questions I will be attempting to create. I couldn't list the rules because they are rather conditional. The best way to handle it, for now anyway, is simply to present the idea, where I'll be able to show you what places it would fit. The rules of the universe aren't binding chains, but it would be best to remember that Virmir's rules do apply over my own- this is his site, after all.
That's what it seems, anyway. Who knows what that crazy company is up to? I'm not sure myself. perhaps you'll be able to figure it out eventually, or maybe even guess what happens before it does. This topic is the current home of the FenTech Science Universe, the stories of which are told in parts. Life is a grand stage, and all these people have their own scene. Time works differently here. Just because one story came here first doesn't mean it is the earliest story, and the next one may suddenly make many things make sense- but how many questions will it bring up itself? This is a place not of adventure, but of strangity, of stories linked by a name, and of thoughts and choices. It takes place in an unspecified city, on an unspecified year-or maybe years, but a time with many similarities to our own. Welcome, friends, the universe of FenTech Science.
As I said, this is a story universe. What, though, does that mean? It means not all the stories need to be mine. You may write some of your own, as many as you wish, so long as they follow the rules. For every universe must have rules. Unfortunately, the timeline I rather... limited. Especially now. The best way to get a story into the universe canon is to talk to me about it. I'll help you out with details, see if what happens in your story matches up with events of the universe, make sure we don't get any paradoxes, and, of course, be someone to bounce ideas back and forth with, without letting readers know what might happen ahead of time. Plus it keeps things from getting confusing and contradictory when they aren't supposed to be.
Why not just have the rules here? That may be a question. You see, the universe is going to be rather complex, especially with all the blank spots of questions I will be attempting to create. I couldn't list the rules because they are rather conditional. The best way to handle it, for now anyway, is simply to present the idea, where I'll be able to show you what places it would fit. The rules of the universe aren't binding chains, but it would be best to remember that Virmir's rules do apply over my own- this is his site, after all.
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Writer's Guild / A Short, Silly Story.
« on: November 04, 2009, 07:49:18 PM »
I basically decided to write this today, and finished writing it very quickly... it was fun, and, as I said.. silly.
A Silly Story
By Fenrs Wolf
Fenrs woke up.
And when he woke up, he realised something.
He was very hot. "Curse you, Florida warmness! cuuuuurse yooooouuuu... blargh."
He got up out of bed and crossed his room into the hall, going in the direction of the kitchen to get some breakfast.
Upon entering, the pantry is opened and a bowl of cereal is poured. So early into the story, Fenrs looks directly at the audience, and breaks the fourth wall.
"Thought I'd make a sandwich, didn't you? well I don't live of the things, I just like them a lot.."
After the consumption of breakfast, and still only awake enough to qualify as a zombie on the alertfulness meter. (the old shamblers, not those crazy zombies that can actually run.)
He turned on his computer, and as he reached down to type, realised his hands were unusually grey. They were also furry. This took him a few seconds to actually get to his brain.
He blinked, as the observation suddenly made itself known.
"...HOLY FRIG!"
A quick examination later he realised he was an anthromorphic grey wolf, just like on the internet.
"There is only one appropriate respone to this..." he said, in the most serous tone he could muster.
"and that respone is.... YES!!!"
And there was much rejoicing.
After the silly wolf had calmed down a bit, he realised he was drasically low on snack food, and went out to go buy some more.
Entering the convienience story showed that nobody actually payed any attention to him, despite the fact that he had changed..
They must not be able to see I've changed... weird. But, hey... works for me. makes going out in public easier anyway.
Quickly the snacks were retrieved, bought, taken home, and put away, save for the chips. Those were being eaten.
A knocking came at the door. "Wonder who that could be..."
Fenrs got up and checked through the little hole at the top of the door to see who was outside. it appeared to be a cosplayer. In any case, he had a sheathed sword on his back, freakishly spiky hair, and a getup that was definately of an anime style. Nothing else gets similar. "No harm in talking to them, I guess. probably needs directions.."
Fenrs opened to door. "Greetings.. ah.. whoever you are. Why are you here?"
The stranger looked up dramatically, and said: "I am Fergal, slayer of disturbances in the universe!"
"Never heard of the show.. um, are you convinced you are a character from an anime show or just having fun messing with people's minds or something?"
"I told you, I am Fergal! I have come to destroy you, for you are supposed to be human!" He looked at the reader(s) and said: "You're getting this, right?"
"Er. We really aren't breaking the fourth wall again, are we?"
"Yes. We are. Deal with it."
"Ehh... whatever, I guess, Mr. I kill people for fun."
"Shut up."
"So, you're here to kill me then, are you?"
"Yes. I just said that."
"So I'm Fenrs, then, in all my wholeness."
"Yes! and you must be destroyed!"
"Neat. Unfortunately, that means I have all my powers!"
"Oh. Crap. I forgot about those."
"And now I can do something I only hoped to do before, a small wish from my past!"
"Which is?"
"The REFERENCE ATTACK!"
"...what?"
Fenrs suddenly thrust his arm to the side, a motion purely for fun and to help him measure where he was going. A gravitational field near his hand began to draw everything towards it, save for himself, as he created an equal and opposite force against it to cancel it out.
"Watch me while I gravitate, ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Good lord, the nerdiness... it burns." He instantly drew his sword, fighting against the gravity well. "I'll slay you before you get the chance again, with my might sword Extravga!"
"It's only a model."
"Gaaaahhh... stop that..."
"I reference things all the time! get used to it, or I will taunt you a second time!"
"Okay, seriously... just... stop.. this is getting ridiculous."
"It's not even funny."
"Nobody is going to get that.."
"Regardless! Behold, my amazing attack- Dynamite With A Lase-"
"STOOOOP THAAAAT!"
Fenrs glared at the attacker for a bit, before answering; "..fine..."
Fenrs decided, that, rather than attack, he would send his opponent to another universe. doing so gave him a horrible headache, but at least he wouldb e left alone. He logged onto one of his games and a friend sent him a message.
'So wat's up?'
'Not much' was the simple reply.
Fenrs looked at the audiance, breaking the fourth wall forthe last time in this story. "Well, thanks for reading this story. I feel silly for writing it but I wrote it anyway, all on impluse. My desire to reference is shown here quite well I think.. as well as what I would actually do in this sort of situation, even if it isn't that realistic. Or what i think I would do... and, no. you're not allowed to know what happened during the rejoicing, except that I was celebrating."
A Silly Story
By Fenrs Wolf
Fenrs woke up.
And when he woke up, he realised something.
He was very hot. "Curse you, Florida warmness! cuuuuurse yooooouuuu... blargh."
He got up out of bed and crossed his room into the hall, going in the direction of the kitchen to get some breakfast.
Upon entering, the pantry is opened and a bowl of cereal is poured. So early into the story, Fenrs looks directly at the audience, and breaks the fourth wall.
"Thought I'd make a sandwich, didn't you? well I don't live of the things, I just like them a lot.."
After the consumption of breakfast, and still only awake enough to qualify as a zombie on the alertfulness meter. (the old shamblers, not those crazy zombies that can actually run.)
He turned on his computer, and as he reached down to type, realised his hands were unusually grey. They were also furry. This took him a few seconds to actually get to his brain.
He blinked, as the observation suddenly made itself known.
"...HOLY FRIG!"
A quick examination later he realised he was an anthromorphic grey wolf, just like on the internet.
"There is only one appropriate respone to this..." he said, in the most serous tone he could muster.
"and that respone is.... YES!!!"
And there was much rejoicing.
After the silly wolf had calmed down a bit, he realised he was drasically low on snack food, and went out to go buy some more.
Entering the convienience story showed that nobody actually payed any attention to him, despite the fact that he had changed..
They must not be able to see I've changed... weird. But, hey... works for me. makes going out in public easier anyway.
Quickly the snacks were retrieved, bought, taken home, and put away, save for the chips. Those were being eaten.
A knocking came at the door. "Wonder who that could be..."
Fenrs got up and checked through the little hole at the top of the door to see who was outside. it appeared to be a cosplayer. In any case, he had a sheathed sword on his back, freakishly spiky hair, and a getup that was definately of an anime style. Nothing else gets similar. "No harm in talking to them, I guess. probably needs directions.."
Fenrs opened to door. "Greetings.. ah.. whoever you are. Why are you here?"
The stranger looked up dramatically, and said: "I am Fergal, slayer of disturbances in the universe!"
"Never heard of the show.. um, are you convinced you are a character from an anime show or just having fun messing with people's minds or something?"
"I told you, I am Fergal! I have come to destroy you, for you are supposed to be human!" He looked at the reader(s) and said: "You're getting this, right?"
"Er. We really aren't breaking the fourth wall again, are we?"
"Yes. We are. Deal with it."
"Ehh... whatever, I guess, Mr. I kill people for fun."
"Shut up."
"So, you're here to kill me then, are you?"
"Yes. I just said that."
"So I'm Fenrs, then, in all my wholeness."
"Yes! and you must be destroyed!"
"Neat. Unfortunately, that means I have all my powers!"
"Oh. Crap. I forgot about those."
"And now I can do something I only hoped to do before, a small wish from my past!"
"Which is?"
"The REFERENCE ATTACK!"
"...what?"
Fenrs suddenly thrust his arm to the side, a motion purely for fun and to help him measure where he was going. A gravitational field near his hand began to draw everything towards it, save for himself, as he created an equal and opposite force against it to cancel it out.
"Watch me while I gravitate, ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Good lord, the nerdiness... it burns." He instantly drew his sword, fighting against the gravity well. "I'll slay you before you get the chance again, with my might sword Extravga!"
"It's only a model."
"Gaaaahhh... stop that..."
"I reference things all the time! get used to it, or I will taunt you a second time!"
"Okay, seriously... just... stop.. this is getting ridiculous."
"It's not even funny."
"Nobody is going to get that.."
"Regardless! Behold, my amazing attack- Dynamite With A Lase-"
"STOOOOP THAAAAT!"
Fenrs glared at the attacker for a bit, before answering; "..fine..."
Fenrs decided, that, rather than attack, he would send his opponent to another universe. doing so gave him a horrible headache, but at least he wouldb e left alone. He logged onto one of his games and a friend sent him a message.
'So wat's up?'
'Not much' was the simple reply.
Fenrs looked at the audiance, breaking the fourth wall forthe last time in this story. "Well, thanks for reading this story. I feel silly for writing it but I wrote it anyway, all on impluse. My desire to reference is shown here quite well I think.. as well as what I would actually do in this sort of situation, even if it isn't that realistic. Or what i think I would do... and, no. you're not allowed to know what happened during the rejoicing, except that I was celebrating."
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Writer's Guild / A number of Metamoran Stories.
« on: October 28, 2009, 03:22:15 PM »
well, my stories seem to get buried and forgotten over time, so here is where I'm putting them to be.. not-buried, I guess. I'll be putting them in Chronological order, so my newest ones will be downways a bit. I'll probably edit them once in awhile as well.
The first:
A number of years have passed since the curse of a town between the north and south was cast upon the inhabitants and the area itself, causing once normal people to take upon forms that are not their own.
This is the story, not of those events, exciting and interesting though they may be, but of one lone man, traveling, who heard of this place for the first time.
My story.
July 9, CR 706
It was long, long ago. I do not know when, for the years blur before me, days, weeks, months, all melding together, endlessly.
This is not the beginning. It is only one of many.
"What? Preposterous!"
"I'm telling ye, I saw it with my own two eyes." The gruff man across the table with the scruffy beard and the eye patch was intent on making me believe his story.
"You only have one eye."
"I lost that after I saw it, so it doesn't matter."
"Fine then, prove it!", It was a battle of the travelers. Unlike normal battles, we just swap stories of places we've been to see who has the best one. We were in a corner, so words flew looser than normal. People don't pay much attention to corners. We battled every once in awhile, but sometimes he would add a little extra to a place he'd been to have a little advantage. Sometimes I caught him doing it, as I suspected he was doing now.
He replied, scowling at me: "You know I can't do that, Fenrs. It's my policy to not buy things I don't need from places the caravan goes." A silly policy, I thought. Every time he mentioned it, it seemed unnecessary. You could at least get something to remember the place by. I got those every once in awhile.
"Well then, I guess that leaves one option.", I retorted, figuring this wasn't going anywhere.
"Yeah? And what might that be?" He sat back in his chair with a smug grin on his face.
"I'll have to go and see for myself." I got up, and left. I paid for my drink, checked my money for signs of sticky hands, and left the small tavern of oak. The smell of alchohol hung in the air, as well as the more disgusting smell of those who had too much.
With directions from various merchants so that I knew exactly where I was going, I set off across the land, northward, to the place known as Metamor. Midlands were starting to get boring anyway. Things hadn't been boring for me for awhile now, and when they started, it was pretty bad. Being a traveler that I was, I full well knew the dangers going alone brought, so I offered help to a merchant and three guards who were headed the same direction I was. Convenient, but that's how it was; if it's not there, you wait until it is or find it somewhere else. I was reliant on luck to get me where I was going, almost always. Maybe I shouldn't be, but that's how I've always done it. The journey had begun. There was silence, for a time, and night fell. By then I had already seen what I had come for, along the paths in the valley I saw the animal-people, and entirely more children than would be expected. Anyone who wasn't one of the previous two groups had to have been hit by the TG curse, as well. Eventually I returned my gaze to the caravan. Leaving the trader and his guards to themselves was an option, but I was going to get paid after the trip, and I needed some extra money just in case something unexpected happened. It was a cool night, not chilly, but one that feels good to take a walk in. The forest smells added to the affect, and it was practically a simple midnight stroll, for awhile. Eventually one guard broke the calm with his loud voice:
"Hope this time is better than the last." He seemed to have a tinge of regret in his voice, as though he made a mistake the last time they went this way.
"How so?" I was curious what he meant. Maybe someone got lost?
The guard turned back to look at me, and I could sense that bit of regret in his tone intensify.
"Last time we came this way, we got attacked as we were getting close. One of the guards had to get some serious medical attention for his arms, chest, and leg... the Lutins snuck up on us and attacked him first, before we could react. We had to leave him behind. to be honest, I hope we don't seem him again. I don't know what I'd say."
"How about 'would you like your job back?'" I said with a slight chuckle. I figured there are very few times in a trip here humor won't go over well.
The guard shook his head and trudged on. Guess it was one of those times.
The rest of the trip was silent until the Lutins attacked.
The first thing to break the silence was the death scream of the man guarding the rear. It was chilling, and I knew the sound too well. It brought back bad memories.
"Damn. Lutins!" the shout went up as the guards drew their blades.
All were armed, save for the me. I don't carry weapons with me... I can't.
There was something odd about the Lutins. I noticed it immediately; they wore thick strips of leather, some even with bits of metal protection, and their weapons of finer quality than usual. Those weapons almost sent me into a panic. Metal. I thought tribal warriors used bones and stones for weapons. This was bad. I couldn't let them touch me. These Lutins were successful at raiding merchants. I hated things like this. Things that killed people just for the ability to do a better job next time. They killed people because people screamed. If I had been thinking, I would have told everyone to run. Then we might have gotten away, but I was too angry to think. I just wanted these creatures to die. The guards ran toward our attackers, and the merchant began rummaging for something in his cargo. I began to channel into my spell, all that anger and hate I felt... One of the guards had been cracked in the knee by one of the Lutins with a club. More bad memories came up at the sound of breaking bones. The guard screamed in pain, and the sound filled my ears untill all I could here was the screaming... Lutins swarmed him, in seconds he had ugly red gash marks on his legs and back. Blood spilled onto the ground. The smell of it hung in my lungs and fueled my hate at the Lutins. I released my spell, compressing the space around two Lutin's heads until their skulls imploded. They screamed as the pressure increased, dropping their weapons. and they fell to the ground. The sound alone would convince any man they were dead.
The other guard ran in and skewered one of them with a pole arm, shoving the steel into vital organs. The merchant impaled a Lutin's foot into the ground with a heavy barbed bolt, he finally found what he had been looking for. A crossbow. He should know you can't waste time in a battle like that. The guard with the broken leg and the pole arm jabbed his weapon into he Lutin's chest, killing it. The second guard was having trouble with two Lutins, he leaned against a tree, bleeding, and his effort gone to blocking with his shield. his sword lay a few feet away.I cast another spell that lifted it and thrust it into the two Lutins, skewering them to another tree. The smell of blood in the clearing was horrible, and it kept getting stronger. The four remaining Lutins edged closer towards us, and a new Lutin one leaped out from behind us and stabbed the merchant in his stomach, face, and neck, in quick succession. It was a sickening sight, but I tried to ignore it. Leaving an opening would mean getting killed. I didn't have armor like the guards did. the one with the broken arm picked up his sword and stabbed it into the face of the Lutin standing over the merchant, and left the opening the others were waiting for. They all charge him from behind, and plunged their weapons into his back. He coughed up a small puddle of blood before collapsing into it. I finally had the sense to decide to run. I used what little energy I had left in a spell to launch the Lutins who were grouped together over the dead men's bodies out of the clearing and into the forest beyond.
"Let's get moving. NOW." I said, grabbing the guard and running towards the direction of the town, and we ran for a bit. I could hear the filthy chattering of the Lutins behind us not long afterwards.
"No... my knee is broken. I can't run. Keep going alone."
"I'm not leaving you behind to die like the others! You fought alright with than knee, I'm sure you can run with it!"
The guard looked up to me, battered, bruised, and broken, and said: " Running is different from fighting, friend. Can't lean on a tree and run. Trees like to stay where they are. You have to go. I'll hold them back. Just run... and don't look back and don't slow down or they might catch you."
"But..." I didn't want to just leave him. It was hard enough having the others get killed by those things.
"I said GO!" yelled the guard, pushing me forward and leaning against a tree for balance.
"At least tell me your name, then."
"My name..." he said, as he began coughing up more more blood, "...is Daniel. Daniel Torov."
"Right. It was a pleasure to meet you, Dan." The Lutins were getting closer. I could hear them. I could smell the blood on their hands... I tried to ignore it.
"What was your name again?"
"Fenrs."
"Goodbye, Fenrs."
I knew without needing to look what his fate was. He sacrificed his own life to save that of another. After a few minutes of running, dawn broke.
I was so angry at myself. "Why. Why do people always die... Everywhere, EVERYWHERE I go... people die... why..." The stench of the battle and the shouts of pain still rang clear in my mind. I was blinded by the emotions, filled with rage at my inability to keep people around me from getting killed, haunted by memories of death and blood. After a time I arrived late in the morning, exhausted. I had never depleted myself that much before. I was so tired. "Wasted my magic.. should have known better..used almost all of it up moving the caravan faster.. should have been patient..." Looking up, I knew it couldn't be much farther. I saw towers poking up, but my feet felt like they were made of lead. There were voices, they sounded like they were miles away. Blurred faces. The Sun overhead, proudly bearing the new day. I collapsed at the gates.
But I had made it.
I got to Metamor.
The first:
A Traveler Appears
A Metamor Keep Story
by Fenrs Wolf
A Metamor Keep Story
by Fenrs Wolf
A number of years have passed since the curse of a town between the north and south was cast upon the inhabitants and the area itself, causing once normal people to take upon forms that are not their own.
This is the story, not of those events, exciting and interesting though they may be, but of one lone man, traveling, who heard of this place for the first time.
My story.
July 9, CR 706
It was long, long ago. I do not know when, for the years blur before me, days, weeks, months, all melding together, endlessly.
This is not the beginning. It is only one of many.
"What? Preposterous!"
"I'm telling ye, I saw it with my own two eyes." The gruff man across the table with the scruffy beard and the eye patch was intent on making me believe his story.
"You only have one eye."
"I lost that after I saw it, so it doesn't matter."
"Fine then, prove it!", It was a battle of the travelers. Unlike normal battles, we just swap stories of places we've been to see who has the best one. We were in a corner, so words flew looser than normal. People don't pay much attention to corners. We battled every once in awhile, but sometimes he would add a little extra to a place he'd been to have a little advantage. Sometimes I caught him doing it, as I suspected he was doing now.
He replied, scowling at me: "You know I can't do that, Fenrs. It's my policy to not buy things I don't need from places the caravan goes." A silly policy, I thought. Every time he mentioned it, it seemed unnecessary. You could at least get something to remember the place by. I got those every once in awhile.
"Well then, I guess that leaves one option.", I retorted, figuring this wasn't going anywhere.
"Yeah? And what might that be?" He sat back in his chair with a smug grin on his face.
"I'll have to go and see for myself." I got up, and left. I paid for my drink, checked my money for signs of sticky hands, and left the small tavern of oak. The smell of alchohol hung in the air, as well as the more disgusting smell of those who had too much.
With directions from various merchants so that I knew exactly where I was going, I set off across the land, northward, to the place known as Metamor. Midlands were starting to get boring anyway. Things hadn't been boring for me for awhile now, and when they started, it was pretty bad. Being a traveler that I was, I full well knew the dangers going alone brought, so I offered help to a merchant and three guards who were headed the same direction I was. Convenient, but that's how it was; if it's not there, you wait until it is or find it somewhere else. I was reliant on luck to get me where I was going, almost always. Maybe I shouldn't be, but that's how I've always done it. The journey had begun. There was silence, for a time, and night fell. By then I had already seen what I had come for, along the paths in the valley I saw the animal-people, and entirely more children than would be expected. Anyone who wasn't one of the previous two groups had to have been hit by the TG curse, as well. Eventually I returned my gaze to the caravan. Leaving the trader and his guards to themselves was an option, but I was going to get paid after the trip, and I needed some extra money just in case something unexpected happened. It was a cool night, not chilly, but one that feels good to take a walk in. The forest smells added to the affect, and it was practically a simple midnight stroll, for awhile. Eventually one guard broke the calm with his loud voice:
"Hope this time is better than the last." He seemed to have a tinge of regret in his voice, as though he made a mistake the last time they went this way.
"How so?" I was curious what he meant. Maybe someone got lost?
The guard turned back to look at me, and I could sense that bit of regret in his tone intensify.
"Last time we came this way, we got attacked as we were getting close. One of the guards had to get some serious medical attention for his arms, chest, and leg... the Lutins snuck up on us and attacked him first, before we could react. We had to leave him behind. to be honest, I hope we don't seem him again. I don't know what I'd say."
"How about 'would you like your job back?'" I said with a slight chuckle. I figured there are very few times in a trip here humor won't go over well.
The guard shook his head and trudged on. Guess it was one of those times.
The rest of the trip was silent until the Lutins attacked.
The first thing to break the silence was the death scream of the man guarding the rear. It was chilling, and I knew the sound too well. It brought back bad memories.
"Damn. Lutins!" the shout went up as the guards drew their blades.
All were armed, save for the me. I don't carry weapons with me... I can't.
There was something odd about the Lutins. I noticed it immediately; they wore thick strips of leather, some even with bits of metal protection, and their weapons of finer quality than usual. Those weapons almost sent me into a panic. Metal. I thought tribal warriors used bones and stones for weapons. This was bad. I couldn't let them touch me. These Lutins were successful at raiding merchants. I hated things like this. Things that killed people just for the ability to do a better job next time. They killed people because people screamed. If I had been thinking, I would have told everyone to run. Then we might have gotten away, but I was too angry to think. I just wanted these creatures to die. The guards ran toward our attackers, and the merchant began rummaging for something in his cargo. I began to channel into my spell, all that anger and hate I felt... One of the guards had been cracked in the knee by one of the Lutins with a club. More bad memories came up at the sound of breaking bones. The guard screamed in pain, and the sound filled my ears untill all I could here was the screaming... Lutins swarmed him, in seconds he had ugly red gash marks on his legs and back. Blood spilled onto the ground. The smell of it hung in my lungs and fueled my hate at the Lutins. I released my spell, compressing the space around two Lutin's heads until their skulls imploded. They screamed as the pressure increased, dropping their weapons. and they fell to the ground. The sound alone would convince any man they were dead.
The other guard ran in and skewered one of them with a pole arm, shoving the steel into vital organs. The merchant impaled a Lutin's foot into the ground with a heavy barbed bolt, he finally found what he had been looking for. A crossbow. He should know you can't waste time in a battle like that. The guard with the broken leg and the pole arm jabbed his weapon into he Lutin's chest, killing it. The second guard was having trouble with two Lutins, he leaned against a tree, bleeding, and his effort gone to blocking with his shield. his sword lay a few feet away.I cast another spell that lifted it and thrust it into the two Lutins, skewering them to another tree. The smell of blood in the clearing was horrible, and it kept getting stronger. The four remaining Lutins edged closer towards us, and a new Lutin one leaped out from behind us and stabbed the merchant in his stomach, face, and neck, in quick succession. It was a sickening sight, but I tried to ignore it. Leaving an opening would mean getting killed. I didn't have armor like the guards did. the one with the broken arm picked up his sword and stabbed it into the face of the Lutin standing over the merchant, and left the opening the others were waiting for. They all charge him from behind, and plunged their weapons into his back. He coughed up a small puddle of blood before collapsing into it. I finally had the sense to decide to run. I used what little energy I had left in a spell to launch the Lutins who were grouped together over the dead men's bodies out of the clearing and into the forest beyond.
"Let's get moving. NOW." I said, grabbing the guard and running towards the direction of the town, and we ran for a bit. I could hear the filthy chattering of the Lutins behind us not long afterwards.
"No... my knee is broken. I can't run. Keep going alone."
"I'm not leaving you behind to die like the others! You fought alright with than knee, I'm sure you can run with it!"
The guard looked up to me, battered, bruised, and broken, and said: " Running is different from fighting, friend. Can't lean on a tree and run. Trees like to stay where they are. You have to go. I'll hold them back. Just run... and don't look back and don't slow down or they might catch you."
"But..." I didn't want to just leave him. It was hard enough having the others get killed by those things.
"I said GO!" yelled the guard, pushing me forward and leaning against a tree for balance.
"At least tell me your name, then."
"My name..." he said, as he began coughing up more more blood, "...is Daniel. Daniel Torov."
"Right. It was a pleasure to meet you, Dan." The Lutins were getting closer. I could hear them. I could smell the blood on their hands... I tried to ignore it.
"What was your name again?"
"Fenrs."
"Goodbye, Fenrs."
I knew without needing to look what his fate was. He sacrificed his own life to save that of another. After a few minutes of running, dawn broke.
I was so angry at myself. "Why. Why do people always die... Everywhere, EVERYWHERE I go... people die... why..." The stench of the battle and the shouts of pain still rang clear in my mind. I was blinded by the emotions, filled with rage at my inability to keep people around me from getting killed, haunted by memories of death and blood. After a time I arrived late in the morning, exhausted. I had never depleted myself that much before. I was so tired. "Wasted my magic.. should have known better..used almost all of it up moving the caravan faster.. should have been patient..." Looking up, I knew it couldn't be much farther. I saw towers poking up, but my feet felt like they were made of lead. There were voices, they sounded like they were miles away. Blurred faces. The Sun overhead, proudly bearing the new day. I collapsed at the gates.
But I had made it.
I got to Metamor.
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Random Insanity / Zombie Plans.
« on: October 20, 2009, 11:19:12 AM »
Zombies are dangerous, so... zombie plans: if you have one, share it.
I have two:
1. Escape to friend's house. His entire family has experience with hunting and has gun and ammo.
2. Blend in with zombies by making myself insanely dirty while wearing tattered clothes and hoping they're darn stupid enough to fall for it, then survive off of abandoned stores.
I have two:
1. Escape to friend's house. His entire family has experience with hunting and has gun and ammo.
2. Blend in with zombies by making myself insanely dirty while wearing tattered clothes and hoping they're darn stupid enough to fall for it, then survive off of abandoned stores.
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