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| Dapper Man | Mar 4 2016, 04:16 PM Post #1 | ||
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Realitology- Giants of Tomorrow Contains a really unnecessarily short disclaimer, as the novel contains some adult themes (Luckily not pornographic), and various swear words and gore. Read with your own precautions. Also, I always liked mythology, and wanted to make my own, unique take of various different monsters, namely those from Greek Mythology, as I have most knowledge on that, and wanted to view some of the creatures from a more disturbing point of view, as in, more humanly looking, as you just can’t rely on good descriptions to make monsters more terrifying, can’t you?
Table of Contents: Failure of the Divine Syndicate Crushed by my Destiny Ignorance; fall of his Sanity: Part One (David) Victim; fall of his Sanity: Part Two (David) Trainees; rise of the Monster Hunters: Part One (Corey) Arguments; rise of the Monster Hunters: Part Two (Corey) Studying the new Monster; Rise of the Goliath's: Part One (Troy) Edited by Dapper Man, Mar 12 2016, 09:22 PM.
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| Dapper Man | Mar 6 2016, 10:45 PM Post #2 | ||
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Changing somethings. The main characters mother is going to (Now) be a writer with weird thoughts. And, I'm working on a comic version, so a update might not be for a couple of months or so (Depending on how much time school takes & how long it takes for my friend to make a colored in version) | ||
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| Dapper Man | Mar 8 2016, 01:53 PM Post #3 | ||
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| Dapper Man | Mar 8 2016, 10:08 PM Post #4 | ||
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16 years later… (March 27th, 2031) Ignorance: Fall of his Sanity Part One (David) I walked up to my locker, confused. I had to do something, I was sure of that. “Hey, David!” one of my friends, Corey, yelled as he raced towards me. Corey wasn’t much, but he was really weird in his own rights. He was around 4 months younger than me, with short brown hair, and that sort of weird glint in his eyes, like he was thinking about something. He was scrawny, and was quite nervous, but that doesn’t mean he was bullied. He was really creepy (Think of some of the weirdest videos you’ve seen on the internet, he’s weirder than that), so most bullies just leave him alone. “Do we have any homework?” I asked, as he ran up to me, panting. Oh yeah, and I should mention, he has Asthma. “Not that I know of…” he took a quick breath. I guess if you wanted answers to anything real weird that has been going on in your life recently, Corey was your guy. We often walked home together, and I guess that’s how we met, walking home to the same street at the same time in year 8. Oh the memories. Anyways, there didn’t seem to be anyone around, thank goodness, so we started walking home. As soon as I opened the door outside, hot wind blasted my face. “Dam! How the hell did it get so hot in here?” I asked myself. I was expecting someone to say “That’s because I’m in here” or something like that, but there wasn’t. That was odd, usually there would be crowds of people walking down the corridors to get out of school (By the way, it was around 3.30 in the afternoon, so people should have been packing up around about now) “I swear someone would be here by now!” Corey said, apparently recovering from his little jog. “Ooh, how about I yell out the f word to see if anyone hears?” I asked him. He nodded rapidly “Yes, do it!” he replied. “Okay then, 3… 2… 1… FLAMINGOES!” I yelled, and yet no one heard me. “Dam it.” It was weird, as many of the animals seemed to be behaving differently since then. Some of the Crows seemed to be more metallic, in terms of sounds and appearance. One of them even yelled “EVIL CROW!” for some reason, before flying away. That was different, as I had never heard an animal speak, asides from one parrot saying “Polly want a Cracker?” Even if my name wasn’t Polly. The day was rather hot, which really surprised me, with constant blasts of heat every now and then. It almost seemed as if our country was in a heat wave. I never realised, that we had walked home already, even if it was a little early. I should describe our house first: It is 6 meters tall, and 10 meters long. Our house is painted a light shade of red, not to bright, but not too dark. Around about the middle, just right. It has a medium sized kitchen, with four bedrooms in total. It is two stories tall, with two on the top, and two on the bottom. I slept in one of the bottom rooms. My room wasn’t much, with a bed to the right, a gaming corner near the door, and a place to store finished books and other things (Like drawing). I’m really into drawing, and consider myself to be the best in my class (Not to brag or anything, but most other people suck). “Nice room” Corey said, which surprised me. I had forgot that Corey and I walk home together every Tuesday and Friday. On Tuesdays, it was Corey, and on Fridays, it was me. We walked inside, and started to talk about the assessment we had been working on. He stated that he hadn’t, and I got angry at him. “God dam it Corey, you had one job!” I shouted, slamming my fist on the table. “Sorry mate, I will get on with it when I get home” he replied. “Now boys, don’t fight” Mother replied, with a slight hint of annoyance in her voice. She seemed to not like anyone fight, and got quite annoyed when people did fight. We settled down, and then I heard a boom. 6 Pm: When He attacks… At around 6 pm, when Corey was about to go home, there was an ear splitting noise. For a moment, I couldn’t hear. We all looked up, and buildings where blazing like the 4th of July. Mum, Corey and I were all shocked, frozen stiff less, as there was a monster in my home city. It was 15 feet tall, with a bloody mouth, and a large, singular eye. It had a tag sticking out of his ankle, which was unreadable. He had lots of cuts of his back and shoulders, and seemed to be quite angry. I made the mistake of yelling “What the hell is that!” when he turned around, and started running towards us. I was about to run inside, when I was knocked on the head with a baseball bat. Edited by Dapper Man, Mar 8 2016, 10:08 PM.
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| Dapper Man | Mar 8 2016, 11:36 PM Post #5 | ||
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2 days later (March 29th 2031) Victim; fall of his sanity: Part Two (David) I woke up to a cold, pitter patter of rain, and was surrounded by a cold, glooming forest. Corey and mum were arguing, yelling at each other things I couldn’t hear. I got up, rather startled by the searing pain that had hit my legs. I slumped back down, feeling helpless like a rat in a corner. There was no sign of that giant, which is probably a good thing. Its name clicked in my mind like a bullet: Cyclops. It rang in my mind like a bell, repeating over and over again. I finally managed to get up, and leaned against an old rotting tree. It was miserable, and I wasn’t ready to get moving. Not just yet. A couple of hours later, mum and Corey had calmed down. “Well, here we are. Acting like hobo’s sitting around a fire.” Corey said. “That’s what we are. My house is probably torn to shreds by that Cyclops!” I said, catching Corey and Mum’s attention. “I thought Cyclopes are fake” Corey replied. “Apparently not” I replied, causing a weird sort of silence. Finally, after 2 minutes of silence, the fire pattered out. “Aw… I will get more wood.” Mum replied. She slowly disappeared into the woods, leaving a great deal of unease on my shoulders. I stared into the darkness, uncertain whether or not she would come back. After waiting for about an hour, she returned, carrying an armful of sticks. Throwing them down, she fell, exhausted. She collapsed on the forest floor, and went straight to sleep. Corey light a match, and threw it down on the wood. Smoke broiled higher and higher than the treetops. A very bad thought began to form in my head: What if these other monsters where real, to? Hopefully not, as that would be Very Bad. At around 9pm, we were ready to move. We started to trudge across the forest, aching our way through moist leaves and mouldy soil. It was dark, and I couldn’t see a thing, it was like being in a prison cell. There was a big, rocking sound coming from our east. We were startled, being skittish like deer, and bounded away. “It better not be him again!” I yelled to Corey. “I hope not!” he shouted back, panting like a dog. Where we were heading, I don’t know, but it ended with a dead end. We slammed into the nearest tree, blinded by our own ignorance. Edited by Dapper Man, Mar 10 2016, 09:56 PM.
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| Dapper Man | Mar 10 2016, 09:58 PM Post #6 | ||
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1 hour later… (March 29th, 2031) Trainees: Rise of the Monster Hunters (Corey) We thought our hope was lost, when a loud “I don’t know how to control this thing!” echoed through the forest. I looked up, and what I saw was trippy. A group of teenagers, all around our aged, ran through the tree tops, jumping from branch to branch. They were athletic as hell. One of them jumped, falling towards the floor. When he was about midway to the ground, he thrusted his hands, and large, mud riddled spikes supported him. “ABOUT TIME!” he yelled, and rode on them. Even though David is good at narrating, he takes things to seriously. I jumped out of the way as another person whooshed pashed us, heading towards the Cyclops. Other people were jumping from branch to branch, slowly creeping forward like bugs marching. The cyclops had not seen them, even with one of them boosting towards it on giant, silicon and mud riddled spikes. He twirled and bounced not unlike a ballerina. Flying through the air, he leaped and strode, pouncing on the Cyclops like a cat on a bird. He was surprised, and was too late to save himself. He sliced the body in two, and the pieces fell like columns. “That’s a kill” he said, walking towards us in a hurry. He was around 14 years old, with dark brown hair and a rather humorous attitude. He seemed to be the most popular in the group, as the rest of them respected him. “Name’s Troy” he said, reaching out for a handshake. I shook it, and I turned around, waiting to for David to do the same, but his face was filled with horror. ”What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned for his weird behaviour. “Where’d she go? Mum’s gone!” he said, filled with shock and disbelief. “She might have been eaten by the cyclops” Troy replied. David slumped onto the forest floor, filled with depression. I tried to get him up, but, as it turns out, he’s passed out. “Dam! He’s out” Troy muttered. “We’ll get him back to First Refuge” he said to his group, but one of his friends replied “We live in Second Refuge, remember? First Refuge was torn to shreds by the monsters.” A brown skinned person said. “Oh yeah, that’s right, Shehan. Thanks for reminding me, you dimwit.” Troy replied to the teenager, who was presumably Shehan. With David on my shoulders, I walked with the group. We continued to trudge on the forest floor in silence, until I asked Troy: “What exactly is First Refuge?” with him replying “First Refuge was, I remind you, a part of three settlements for our kind, called Demigods.” He said, pumping his chest. “So… that’s when a god bangs a human?” I asked, probably sounding really immature and stupid. “Basically… yeah. Then they make these usually powerful children called Demigods, although I fear there is more than just demigods being made these days…” he finished, as if thinking about something unnerving. 2 days later: At the Second Refuge After two days of non-stop walking, we finally managed to reach a barrier. It was constructed of long, iron bars with crossbow towers on each corner. A guy of 32 years of age was looking at us sternly, as if taunting us. He had almost cropped brown hair, with cold black eyes like a cat in the night. The man was plodding along the barrier, confident on the crossbow towers that surrounded him. “Alright, let the buggers in.” He said to a man of 20 years in age. “Yes sir!” he replied, telling orders to the gate watchers (Or that’s what I presumed what their role is) to open the gate. What seemed like a prison cell was slowly released, allowing us to enter. “Sorry if this seems… I don’t know…creepy? This is because we have the best defences for Demigods, unlike some others…” Troy said, getting me by surprise. “What do you mean, other ones?” I asked, with him replying stoically “Their used other settlements across the world, but all those got trashed by monsters, who, apparently, love to torture and break down their victims piece by piece”, leaving a weird sort of silence as we entered the Second Refuge. After an hour of relaxing, I was headed into a room with the rest of our group. We were seated along with 400 plus (Which where, presumably, Demigods like us) people sitting in a wide sort of theatre. White marble walls stood up 10 meters or so, stretching towards the ceiling like trees. People looked at me with a weird sort of expectance, as if I was running this whole thing. There was an awkward silence, with two people standing on the stadium. One was probably a doctor or something around 28. The girl was our age, around 14, presumably, and eyed the doctor anxiously, as if he knew some sort of secret of hers. “Hello people, I am Dr Powell, and you are my students.” He said, and began talking about his lecture. |
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| Dapper Man | Mar 11 2016, 01:18 AM Post #7 | ||
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20 minutes later… (March 30th, 2031) Arguments; rise of the Monster Hunters: Part Two (Corey) Afterwards, we were seated to this place called the Storm Fortification. It was to the west of the Second Refuge, 20 minutes’ walk from there. It was loosely guarded, with only 5, nervous wrecks crouching behind the tables, shaking like a mouse near a mousetrap. “What happened here? Weren’t there like… 20 other people guarding this place as well?” our instructor asked. Thinking about it now, she was actually the girl who had stood next to the Professor in the lecture. (Which, by the way, took 5 minutes or something like that) “They were all wiped out, Ceryl. Literally, all of them!” a blond haired one said, with blood on his face. “Oh…” Ceryl replied, looked forward nervously. “… What exactly took them out?” Ceryl asked, with a more stern voice. “We don’t know what took it out exactly, but it looked creepy as hell. Worst of all, it seemed… to be intelligent and was capable of showing emotions, ma’am.” He replied, trembling with fear. “Dam! Our reinforcements?” She asked, with a lot of distaste in her tone. “None left ma’am, they’re all gone.” He said, making us feel very guilty. “So… what do we do?” I asked, breaking the silence. “You defend this post with your lives. If you get lucky enough, you might be put on the Commander of the Wall rank. This means you scout the crossbow towers, looking for any potential weaknesses and enemies to strike.” Ceryl replied, getting my attention. She rushed back towards the Second Refuge. I looked at the blond haired boy, who was crying, maybe even peeing his pants. “What did it look like?” I asked quietly, wanting to know what the bugger looked like. “It had a feminine body, which was rather muscular… she had emotions! She surprised us in the creepiest ways… like a cat pouncing on a mouse.” He said, as if he was nervous of this thing. I was determined to get rid of this beast whenever she arrived next. But, little did I know, she was right around the corner… We climbed up to the roof of the Storm Fortification. David was still recovering, the bugger. I looked at our surroundings. We were in a massive forest, stretching for miles, covering every inch of the land like weeds (The plant, mind you.) The sun was just shining, and the last of the monsters were retreating. One thing I learned from that lecture was that Monsters where strongest at night time, so missions should be made during that time. Maybe they just burnt up in the sunlight or something, I don’t know. Several hours later, around about 8 in the morning, loud footsteps could be heard. “SHE’S HERE AGAIN!” the blonde yelled, probably crapping himself. I looked up, to see a large, childish feminine face, with no skin and glowing black eyes. She tilted her head, and said in an almost demonic, childish voice: “You’ve been bad… NO MORE TOYS FOR YOU!” and swept towards our grappling hooks, which where our main mode of transportation. She destroyed half of them, before surprising us even more. She grabbed her own hand, as if straining herself from causing any more destruction. I saw Ceryl running back towards the Second Refuge, and wanted to warn her of this monstrosity. She was too far away for me to shout at her for her stupidity. The monster rushed towards her, saying “I’VE GOT A SPECIAL LITTLE PRESENT FOR YOU! TO RID HUMANITY OF THEIR SINS!” the feminine monster yelled, and she rushed towards Ceryl, with almost no hope left. I watched in pure horror as she picked Ceryl up, who was screaming her lungs out. It was no use, as the female monster chomped her to shreds. “NOOOOO!!!!!” I yelled, jumping of the fort, running towards the beast. Inevitably, she collapsed onto her knees, slowly degrading. Troy’s group came rushing forward, getting to the beast before I did. “Huh. Might be a new thing…” Troy paused, as something hideous came out, the host. She was of 6 years old, with shaggy blond hair and scars all over her skin. She trembled, and collapsed. We gathered around her, looking at her with pure horror. Even if she was the host of a pure killing machine, she was still human. |
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| Dapper Man | Mar 12 2016, 02:36 PM Post #8 | ||
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That's the origin of that giant feminine monster. |
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| Dapper Man | Mar 12 2016, 03:38 PM Post #9 | ||
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Any thoughts so far?? (Just wondering as no one has made a reply )
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| Dapper Man | Mar 12 2016, 09:21 PM Post #10 | ||
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4 days later (April 2nd, 2031) Studying the new monster; Birth of the Goliath's: Part One (Troy) We laid her down in a lab, with her two presumably closest friends, in the lab as well. We were going to study the living daylights out of her, even if she woke up. We left the dirty work to the daughters of Demeter, who were basically mad scientists. It took hours, but we managed to get some results, but they faded mysteriously. “Well… the host of the new monster has woken up.” Skye Harper said, looking at the girl. “Poor thing… she doesn’t even know what’s going on.” The girl looked up, terrified. “What the heck? Where am I?” She asked, scanning the room. She looked shaken and confused. I studied her intensely, as if I was waiting for her to muck up. “Tests are done. No possible classification, unfortunately.” Skye replied. “What is this, science class all over again?” I asked, about to walk out of the door. “No. Fortunately, for us that is, we get to know whatever the hell our enemies are! Ha Ha!” Skye replied, leaving me gob smacked as I headed out. I walked into the sunlight, confused as what I was supposed to do. I walked over to Corey, who was sitting nervously on a bench near a lake. He was looking at two people who were arguing. One was familiar, the second was completely new. The boy (Who was familiar) was arguing with a strange girl. She had disproportionally large eyes, with a seemingly endless look, and a scarf wrapped around her neck. She had the boy’s sword flung on the ground. “What the hell? I didn’t even mean to startle you!” He yelled. “Give me my sword back, dam it!” he asked to the new girl, who had an annoyed look in her eyes. “Well you did, and that pissed me off. Just for that, your sword will be taken away.” She replied, with an American accent. I trudged up to the two, and tried to put a stop to the fight. “Okay, Phoenix. Stop arguing with ah…” I paused, not knowing her name. “Samantha Turner at your service, sir! You could just call me Sam if you like!” She said, with a trustable tone in her voice. “How did you get here…?” I asked, confused as to why she would be here. “I was just walking along the forest aimlessly, as us spirits tend to do, when I saw Phoenix over here try to slice me into pieces!” Sam said, looking at Phoenix angrily. He shuffled nervously. “So… you’re not a ghost or something?” I asked, stupidly. “No! That’s rather offensive. I am a Daemon, sir! But, unlike my cousins in the Underworld, I want to help people!” She said, which sent a shrill of hope. |
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| Dapper Man | Mar 13 2016, 12:55 AM Post #11 | ||
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If there's any twist or whatever (As long as its not to crazy, like, um... er... IDK what makes something weird and outlandish), just jot it down in the comments.
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| Beetleboy | Mar 13 2016, 11:51 AM Post #12 | ||
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neither lizard nor boy nor beetle . . . but a little of all three
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Personally I don't really like it. It is done in a rather unprofessional-sounding way, and I dislike the writing style, the lack of spaces, and the lack of detail. |
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| Dapper Man | Mar 13 2016, 01:33 PM Post #13 | ||
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I personally quite like the writing style I'm doing now. If I was doing it in chapters, however, I'd only be in Chapter 2. So... I felt like I wanted to have more titles and things like that. |
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| Beetleboy | Mar 14 2016, 12:22 PM Post #14 | ||
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neither lizard nor boy nor beetle . . . but a little of all three
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Focus less on the titles, and more on improving the plot, character depth, and writing style. Also, you should definitely put more spaces in it. Loads more. |
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| Dapper Man | Mar 14 2016, 09:53 PM Post #15 | ||
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Yeah. Going to do a revamp to include that stuff. (Starting on that now.) | ||
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