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Realitology; The entire book series starts here.
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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?

The failure of the Divine Syndicate
Date: August 13th, 2015.
Subject: Presumably some Giant, Titan, Cyclopes, or (Hopefully not) Typhon.
Location: Plains of Ejys Steppe
Subject name: “Speedy Drunk 0_1”

There have been various reports of mysterious beings that have popped up in places around the world. What surprised us is that they have appeared in our home town, which was presumably Monster- Free for 20 years, for when the rest of the world fell to their grasp. We think that they might have originated in Hiroshima, some 60 years ago. We are some of the last people left outside of Oceania, where people are presumed to be spared due to two things: Their isolation, and some sort of weird, invisible barrier in which no one can get in or out. This left the rest of us for our own devices. I am a part of a group called The Divine Syndicate: As we are the last of the Demigods left in Europe, maybe in the world.
Our group originated some 2 years ago, and I was at that first meeting, when we first meet at a rundown Bakery. Our group consisted of seven members: Rebecca Edwards, a daughter of Demeter, Eli Ware, a son of Ares, Vaugh Nicholson, a son of Athena, Hannah Nicholson, Vaugh’s sister, hence a daughter of Athena, Evelyn Hunt, a daughter of Poseidon, Kiara Hudson, who’s godly parent is unknown, and me, Kai Elliot, son of Hephaestus. We are perhaps the last of the demigods outside of Oceania. We trudged along the grassland, with our faithful steads following our target. It was around 15 feet tall, with a light body structure, and dark grey hair. It moved across the plains with surprising agility. We followed pursuit, until we found it at some sort of cave. “Time to get our first kill!” shouted Hannah. She looked like she wanted to kill every single monster in the world. That was our goal, after all. I quickly looked at Kiara, who was staring silently, as if she knew our fate. I was certain to get rid of this beast.

We walked into the cave, and it was dark. The ceiling of the cave was 30 meters above the cave, tall stromatolites danged down like crystals, shining in the dark. Our steads left us, heading back out into the sea of grass. Kiara stood back, mumblings to herself, as if she was about to have a nervous breakdown. The monster’s lair was a mess, with a bunch of bones everywhere, along with piles of beer jugs piling up like mountains. Blood was stained across the walls, with long iron bars jutting out of the walls like horizontal prison cells. Our target was hunched over, looking at the end of the cave. We slowly ambled up to him. Rebecca wanted to study it, but the rest of us voted against it, so she waited outside the cave, not interested anymore. The rest of us marched forward, quietly, that is. Out of nowhere, Vaugh was grabbed by surprised. “Aargh!” he yelled, as he was pulled out from his hiding spot. When he turned, I knew what it was: a Cyclopes. He had one eye, and was acting drunk. He shoved Vaugh and Hannah down his throat at the same time, picked up Evelyn up by the ankle, and slammed her against the walls, impaling her in one of those iron bars. Rebecca raced forward, with her yelling “I WILL BLOW UP YOUR LAIR, AND EAT YOUR REMAINS!” before being slammed into the ground by “Speedy Drunk 0_1”, as I decided to call it. She was squashed to death. Then the plan wen to hell, with Kiara trying to surprise our little friend, who then swallowed her alive. I was panicking, maybe even scared for the first time. The Cyclops turned towards me, grinning ever so slightly. “Hello…” he said in a deep, humbling voice. I might have peed my pants, but that didn’t matter, as he then picked me up, and threw me against the wall. Every bone was broken, and, to make matters worse, picked up Eli, and tore him in two, then ate each half individually. I was hopeless, all of my friends where dead, and I was about to go with them…


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)
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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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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.
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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.
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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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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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8 Years ago... January 10th, 2029)
Innocence Shattered- Grace

I waited patiently for mum to come home from “work.” I paced the front porch, as visibly possible for mum. I was excited for her to come, as she is possibly my favourite person in the world. Our house was situated in a grassland, with endless fields to play in. However, there didn’t seem to be any one else here, and mum had once stated “I want her to be in the safest place possible.” She’d succeeded. I guess I should describe her. She’s got long, light brown coloured hair, and hazel coloured eyes. She was a genius to some extent, and was very caring. It never occurred to be that I would soon be the witness of a horrible crime, and mum would be the victim. I saw her walk up to our house happily, and she seemed to have an effect on nature, as things seemed to brighten around her. However, today felt different, a cold wind shimmered through, like snow on a winter’s day. Except for the fact that it was summer. She was nervous, and looked at me with great worry. “Come honey, we’ve got to…” She paused, as I felt a searing pain filled my leg, and I turned. The roof of the house collapsed on my legs, and I was immobilized.

Mum rushed forward, trying to lift me out. “Stop mum, please. Just pull me out!” I asked, in great pain. She grabbed me by the arms, and hauled me out. I let her drag me onto the open road, with me looking out into our house, all burnt. I stopped, thirsty. “Who did this?” I asked, worried. “Might’ve been your dad. After all, he is a little bit… insane.” Mum replied, ushering me into an alleyway. We stopped for an hour, with me looking into the darkness. A cold feeling pressed onto my back. I sat down, with my legs feeling a little better. Mum looked backwards and forwards with full concern. She finally looked at me, staring at me straight into her eyes “Honey, this world’s a cruel place. No matter how innocent you are… people will still hunt you.” She paused, as it she made a mistake. “Who wants to hunt me?” I asked, looking right back at her. Walking into the empty street, I felt as if someone was watching me. I turned around, and a strange man was standing only 10 meters away from us.

He was 10 feet tall, with dark grey skin, and a bulky body. His eyes where a mix between red and black, and seemed to glow. Mother stood, shocked in horror. “No way you’re here… you’re meant to be dead!” She yelled, making a couple of homeless people look up in shame. The giant man laughed. “Remember, we can never die, so yeah. However, you can…” he pointed at me, and a shiver went down my spine. “Who is he?” I asked mum, who was shaking. “His name is Porphyrion, rather silly name, I know, but he wants to kill you.” She said, with a nervous tone in her voice.

He chuckled, in an almost demonic tone. “No, I simply just want her. It’s part of my business. If you don’t hand her over, you’ll go down along with her. Simple as that.” He said, looking at me curiously. “Well, what’s your choice, Kiara?” He asked, looking at mum. She put on an angry expression. “Honey, hide behind a crate or whatever. It seems as if someone’s going to die. And it won’t be you.” She said, and I dashed behind a crate, scared out of my mind. The person looked at mum, who was defiant. “No, I will not let you have my only child. I’d rather die than have her separated from me!” mum yelled. Then the worst thing happened. He grabbed her by the neck, seemingly pulling her up from the ground. “MOTHER!!” I yelled, trying to reach towards her. It was no use. I heard a sickening crack, and she fell to the concrete, dead.

I was filled with grief and horror. “You monster! Do you even realise what you’ve done?!?” I yelled at Porphyrion, who just stood there, smiling at me. I turned and ran, not even caring about other people walking, with tears flowing from my eyes like leaves on a strong wind. A couple of hours later, I was exhausted. I looked up. A tall building, about 20 meters tall, stood before me. I looked at a sign that said: NEBULA HOTEL. Not that bad of a name I thought. I pushed the door open, still crying. A man was sitting on the front desk, with a fake smile. “Welcome young lady. Since you’ve been able to enter here, I assume you must be a demigod, like the others around here.” He waved at the people sitting in the lobby, flipping swords around bored. One guy around 20 looked at me eagerly. I never knew it, but I was still hungry. I clenched my stomach, I had never felt hungry before. “Please may I have some food, err…” I didn’t know his name. “Malik Faulkner, just call me Malik.” He said, offering me a piece of bread. I devoured it like one of those hippos in Hungry Hungry Hippos. “Thank you. What do we do here?” I asked, a little curious. “Well, you just wait until some random monster or something pops up out of nowhere. Then you strike it down, like a normal person.” Malik replied, not knowing about my situation. The 20 year old asked me “You look like you’ve been through hell and back, what happened?” with me replying: “Well, I’ve seen this weird man called Porphyrion kill my mother…” “What a minute, did you just say Porphyrion!? That’s very bad…” he paused, as if recalling something. People started to panic. One asked: “What was he like?” Another asked: “How far away is he?” When I heard a knock on the door.

It was him. The big, monstrous man who killed mother. He just busted in, leaving us all shocked. Then something kick started me: A fuel for revenge. I started to walk on my own two feet, then run, and then… well, I seemingly grabbed him by the neck. Everyone was confused. “The hell…?” one asked, looking at me. I felt nothing but pure anger. All in one day, my world had been shattered. Time to take revenge. I simply threw him against a wall, and the rest was simply too violent to describe. I threw him against the wall, hopefully crushing his windpipe. There, the man was certainly dead.


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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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Manitou; The Needle in the Haystack.
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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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neither lizard nor boy nor beetle . . . but a little of all three
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Evil Crow
Mar 12 2016, 03:38 PM
Any thoughts so far?? (Just wondering as no one has made a reply :/ )
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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Beetleboy
Mar 13 2016, 11:51 AM
Evil Crow
Mar 12 2016, 03:38 PM
Any thoughts so far?? (Just wondering as no one has made a reply :/ )
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.
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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neither lizard nor boy nor beetle . . . but a little of all three
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Evil Crow
Mar 13 2016, 01:33 PM
Beetleboy
Mar 13 2016, 11:51 AM
Evil Crow
Mar 12 2016, 03:38 PM
Any thoughts so far?? (Just wondering as no one has made a reply :/ )
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.
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.
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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Yeah. Going to do a revamp to include that stuff. (Starting on that now.)
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