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| Warlyte | Nov 11 2008, 08:45 PM Post #41 |
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As our heroes press on towards the West, Tritrites and of course the fearsome, beastly, possibly ancient horde of terrible and mighty monsters pursue them endlessly. Our nine powerful heroes, though weary and irritable at best, press on with barely their lives. THE LAST PART OF BOOK TWO The wolves took a different route than they had done the time before. It’s worth noting that Seth was 17 by now, Matt 16, and so on down the line of the year just past, summer just now passing by. The portions of food decreased as the hunting group got to a much greater number than any of the prey left. So it came to a general relief when they found a ruin. The sun was just rising as they entered the ruin. The path split into nine. “Well,” Erik said, “We ought to go ahead and each take our own path.” The group split up. Lynn found a room that was just a little flooded. The current flowed against her. Okay now change of plans. I don’t have much time left tonight and my mind isn’t filled with many ideas for each of these characters. So everything I type is the first thing that comes to mind and CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG? See what I mean that had nothing to do with what was going on except the voice in my head going adfblfjslf dfkja;sdlfj fjsdkl!!! So everyone plopped into one ultimate gigantic swirly material made room of insane awesome epic enormous DOOM! Did that rhyme? I think it did. Rhymes aren’t crimes in this place, though, so it’s all good, it’s all good. They had to run for a long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long TIME before they ever got to the place they were going, at which several immensely powerful enemies attacked them. But we all know that our group is the toughest, that they can’t possibly lose. Thus there’s no possible way we could assume anything other than that they won. So therefore they’ve already beat anything that might have challenged them. THAT MEANS THEY FINALLY GOT TO THE FINAL SCENE WHICH I’VE PUT OFF FOR FAR TOO LONG AND I’M ASHAMED THAT TONIGHT’S PART IS SO SHORT! BUT I CAN’T START BOOK THREE JUST YET, SO I’M JUST GOING TO PROLONG IT ANY WAY I CAN NOW... EVEN THOUGH I NEVER REALLY DID MY ORIGINAL PLAN TO DO THAT BUT I GUESS THIS RANT HELPS AS USUAL! I wonder how much of my total word count throughout NaNoWriMo is made up of these rants. I’m pretty sure there’s at least one or a fraction of one at least in every single part I’ve made over these eleven days. It’s only been eleven days, guys, and this is the end of Book Two! I don’t have a whole lot of stuff to work with after Book Three unless I give you guys a preview of my other series which I might have to at this rate. Wish me good luck on that word count, eh? Even reminder VILLAGE is no issue because the next part is going to be a sort of “Lost Episodes” type of thing that fills in what I missed in the previous parts, so I need everyone’s feedback on anything that may have confused them before. It really wasn’t supposed to turn out this way, I’ll say that much. It’s been a long path, but now, we’re heading into the final stretch... for this book. You know, besides the editing WHICH I MUST NOT AT ALL WORRY ABOUT ONE SINGLE WORD YET! Now, it is time. The final scene is going to begin. The winding passage led the nine into the–wait. I said that already. So the next room appeared to be some sort of high-tech prison. The first prisoner they noticed... was me. I looked a lot older from all the stuff that had happened along the way, a subject that’s being saved for Book Three actually. All my hair had grown back, too. I jumped up, excited to see them. “Guys! You’re here. Only... you can’t get me out of here. It’s impossible unless you were to defeat the person who imprisoned me.” “Why?” Mark asked. “It’s all because I decided to oppose his ideas. He wanted to work with all of the corrupt ones here on Lost Derriga, to gain more power for himself. Even though it’s clear that all they want is just the same. And they’ll stop at nothing to get it. So, you’ll probably have to go through them to get to him. He’s even tougher than--” Emily sighed in frustration. “I think he meant why do we have to defeat him to free you?” “Oh,” I said, nodding. “It’s because his power is what’s holding this together. And I doubt that, with the devices he’s started using to focus it, you’ll be able to break it. I couldn’t.” “Who is he?” Matt asked. “Well, he’s... I don’t even want to say. It’s so terribly ironic, guys, and... he’s not very far, really. Just head into the next room, because he wanted to meet you all here.” “Who is it?!” Seth demanded. “I don’t even want to SAY it, so ironic it is,” I lamented, looking down. “Just go see.” Noctus went forward and opened the door. “It is clear he has seen fit to draw out our long awaited suspense as to our foe’s identity. Let us respect his wishes.” The entire group went forward into the room, which contained the cliched chair facing away. “Welcome to my new lair, my little friends. I’d like to give you the chance to spare the innocent of this world. That pesky boy only wants to destroy them, after all.” Seth growled. “You imprisoned our friend! How do you expect us to trust in anything that you say? How do we know they aren’t lies?!” “Oh, so you trust him more now than you ever did me in the first place.” The anonymous villain chuckled. “Show your face, you worthless fiend!” Lynn shouted. “Lynn, my girl, that’s no way to talk to someone you once cared about so much. Surely you would consider a better way before I have all of your necks snapped!” Anna grinned. “That won’t matter. We can’t truly die.” The evil laugh erupted from behind the chair. “Well, then, consider that every last one of you already has an heir. The time travel you heard of took you twenty years into the future. I have every last one of them under safe guard and in my command. You’re all sitting ducks!” Matt laughed. “Apparently, I was that way from the getgo. Death doesn’t scare me one bit. So come on, turn around and fight me, you worthless, backstabbing, double-crossing, no-good, ruthless, worthless, uncivilized, brainless, worthless CUR!” The evil laugh came again. “I noticed that you used the word worthless three times... very creative, my friend, but your words are worthless against an opponent such as myself. I, unlike all of you, am truly invincible, my immortality assured!” Matt shook his head. “You take me for a fool. You see, I already know who you are.” Silence. The villain sighed. “Well, that’s no fun.” He turned around... END OF BOOK TWO |
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Nov 11 2008, 09:07 PM Post #42 |
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GRATE Aether!
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAA IS IT SNAPE |
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| Warlyte | Nov 11 2008, 09:27 PM Post #43 |
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NO BUT I'M HAVING FUN GUESS AGAIN |
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| Warlyte | Nov 12 2008, 10:00 PM Post #44 |
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BOOK TWO’S LOST EPISODES Saul fell into the lava stream. In this lost episode, there was no Heart Container of any Zelda reference at all. If I was in a fightin’ mood, I’d take out the Smash references, too. But I’m not, so I’ll skip it. A girl squealed behind us. We all turned around to see Mouse. Only we didn’t know who she was just yet. “Sorry,” Noctus said. “There’s a little trouble up on the surface so I... invited a few friends in. We can work as usual.” “Is Zatai late today?” she asked. “Oh. Right. He was... killed in the battle. We’ll need a person to replace him, then.” Everyone made their excuses to go up the winding path of stairs. But I am the only one who was just too tired to leave the place right there. Which left me for the job. “I need another Smash Ball.” The job was a weapon sharpener powered by a bicycle wheel sort of mechanism. I was working at both powering AND using this device while Noctus forged more of the weapons in the fires of the planet’s core. Mouse was at work decorating the weapons with gems and cloth and little handle carvings and stuff like that. To make them fancy. Plain metal just doesn’t sell well you know? This became my job for a while. I started living in one of the houses in the mostly-restored city, the monsters sealed in the Shrine ever since Matt’s final one, and the fallen back to themselves. Not all the fallen, mind you, just the ones killed by those Shrine monsters. There was nobody left to send for the Tritrite Army. Life in the new empire seemed to be picking up. Matt built his castle in the middle of the city, rather than the mountainside edge. That older place was made a massive tomb for the losses of the long-past war. He also started hiring messengers to find the state of other regions in the island. AAA POLITICS THE HISTORY BURNS And I have even less time tonight than last night due to unforeseen circumstances that my parents COULD have easily told me about before this all happened so I got less than a half hour so it’s time to GO! Alright SHUT THE FRICK UP YOU STUPID ERROR so one day, while I was working, Noctus came running out. “The core is releasing the lava! Everybody run!” He teleported up and out of the room. I hadn’t known he could do that but no time to gape. Mouse and I ran up the huge winding staircase and really the adrenaline rush was a lot better than the pain of an endless uphill run as it seemed and AAAAA WE ALMOST DIED RUNNING FROM SOMETHING THAT HAS NO BRAIN Just as we were about to hit surface Mouse tripped and fell. I picked her up and heroically carried her the rest of the way up to the city. Now, I wasn’t intending to get involved. Not with anyone. Everyone else was going through a phase where they didn’t really know who they liked, especially with lots of people from all over the empire flocking in with interest to get together. I mean, in war, fighters typically spare children, and with the amount of time that had passed the dating world was never greater. So that’s my little thing about everyone else. But I had NEVER thought about why I went to the trouble to save Mouse. I mean, that’s what people ASSUMED–that I liked her that way, but really all I wanted was to stop anyone else from dying because HAVE YOU NOTICED HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED?! Five minutes have passed, I’m on a roll. So after that whole fiasco, Noctus hired some people to repair the forge. Meanwhile he made a portal into an unfamiliar world where we saw a movie for a little while. Of course, Mouse sat next to me. I think she must have thought the same thing as everyone else. I’M A PLAYER AREN’T I? DAMMIT! But nothing really happened there. Nothing quite so interesting as this next bit for a while, anyway. This was a while later. Realize that a lot of dreary boring life goes on between these little incidents. Anyway, one day, Matt was standing on top of his wall when... Someone came up behind him and pushed him off! He fell straight down from the terrible height with no hopes of survival when suddenly... nothing intervened. And yet there was no splat. He landed perfectly, his huge new pair of dragon’s wings cushioning the fall. It wasn’t long after that when the other Sils started growing their own wings. Let me tell ya, flying is the most amazing thing that can ever happen to you. By far. I really wish I could go on and on about all of the awesomeness of flying and stuff, describe everyone’s wings and such, but I’ve got only ten minutes to go. So we’re going to skip the time Mouse got sick. She would sleep all the time and never leave the forge, so we called in a doctor who said that she would be fine if we got her in some cold water. Well, because of the public image, I was left with that responsibility. So it was some time later that I, Mouse, and a few merchants I was paying to help with things arrived at the lake. I picked her up and started flying over the lake. She REALLY didn’t take to that well, screaming because apparently she can’t stand water at all. But despite any of the cruelty it seemed, the doctor had also said that if we didn’t take action soon, she would die. And of course I couldn’t let that happen. We let her rest in the lakeside village, which had a great surviving library. I looked into the subject of us Sils for anything about our wings and such, and that was when I discovered the passage about Lost Derriga. Thus, as she later recovered, began our quest to find the place. |
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| Warlyte | Nov 13 2008, 08:01 PM Post #45 |
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The long-awaited revelations... BOOK THREE BEGINS I promised SZM that I’d reveal the villain’s identity today, and I will. It’s just not at the beginning of this part because I promised everyone that Book Three would tell what happened to me. This part will do both–at least, parts enough of both to get the message across. Well, it’s time to get moving. The truth is, I didn’t see as much of my friends as I would have liked. In fact, hardly had they left the turkey farms on their new mission when the thing I was watching them through turned into a passage leading to an entirely new area. Problem? The place has no map as of yet. No locations of any sort, so I’ll have to make them up now. There was a device that looked like a motorcycle next to me in the large, open plain. The key was still in it. I jumped on and started it up. The vehicle moved a little up and off the ground. And there was another robotic voice. It asked, “Where would you like to go?” “Take me to the center from which Derriga is ruled,” I stated clearly. The engine roared, turned, and shot off and through the crazy places of incredible techno types of stuff, as it flashed by in seconds, only slowing down slow enough to not kill me as it pulled in to a spot surrounded by white buildings and other flying motorcycle things. I suddenly wondered where the seatbelts were, but it seemed impossible to fall off or anything. So it was all good. “It was somewhere around her, somewhere around now, and I’ll never forget what was said.” The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t see the source. The person jumped down from atop a building. It was... me. A lot older and hair grown back, true, but this guy had to be me. “20 years have passed,” he continued, “And only now have I seen the light, realized what it was that made me the fool.” Young Me blinked. “What are you talking about?” “Back then, I believed so much in my own ideas that I was blind to why my friends disagreed. So, I took action myself, never seeing the corruption here, and now, I shall destroy all of that. And lastly will I destroy the only one who ever believed this wrong–the self I once was.” I thought for a moment. “You’ll kill me... but you remember being me? You messed up, didn’t you?” He laughed. “One day you will understand what I mean, my young friend. Perhaps it will be one day too late. It will certainly be one day that you and I stand alone.” I sighed. “That doesn’t make much sense. Is it me, or are you my worst enemy? I just have to hope that you haven’t become too much more powerful since being me.” A man came up behind me, mostly dead. “You... monster... why would you do this to me? I will give up my suit for this opponent of yours.” He handed me a strange device. “Quickly, my boy, as this is the finest suit you’ll find in miles. My days are at their end, so carry on for me.” I growled as I watched him die. Then I pressed the button on the edge of the device, and it began encasing me in a power-boosting armor. “I would never do that to anyone! You sorry, fake excuse for a person, stop humiliating my name! My identity! Everything that I am! Time will not bring you any further now! Because IMMA FIRIN MAH LAZER!” The armor suit focused my power and blasted him away. “This is amazing! Look at these extra feet! I really do look like Dr. Octagonapus, don’t I? Suit, take me further into the center. I think I know who must be ruling after these twenty years... here I come, Matt!” A few minutes later, I found myself inside the throne room. Instead of Matt there, however, I saw a young boy. “Who are you?” I asked. “I am the heir to the Tigarn throne. And I know who you are. You’re the man that was so kind to me once. And you’ve returned, just like you said you would. And because even now, I am so indebted to you, I will keep my deal. My vassals, this man shall rule you for a time. I have my own matters to attend to, now.” With that, he disappeared. “Guards,” I said. “Arrest the man outside that resembles me. Then take us to the West. I have some things to do there. Quickly.” It was more than just quickly. I realized that all of the “vassals” resembled old faces. “You’re all the children of my old friends, aren’t you?” Some nodded, recognizing my face. I did a double-take as I saw Noctus there–older of course and nodding with the others. “Noctus, you’re a...?” He laughed. “Don’t worry about that. You have things to get to, correct?” I could tell that he was a little jealous of my new position. He was still just as tricky as usual. I had to be careful. “I suppose so. Don’t expect me to appoint one of you while I’m gone, though. This must seem as weird for all of you as it does for me, but the pieces are coming together now.” Let’s cut out an hour BECAUSE LIKE I SAID YESTERDAY POLITICS IS REALLY BORING AND STUFF LIKE THAT AAAAA Any questions. Please include in your comment. When you finish the part. It’s not over yet. Don’t worry, the scene I was thinking of is coming sooner than I thought. Mostly because I NEVER TRULY PLOTTED THIS THIRD BOOK AND I’M GOING TO NEED TO START THE OTHER SERIES AFTER ALL, THIS IS FREAKING RIDICULOUS AAA anyway. So my vague request got me to one of the farthest Western cities. You know, in the edit, I’m going to make Derriga quite a bit less advanced, at least in the area of transportation. Believe me, the edits will make it look like I actually bothered writing this. In fact, this part will become several chapters I’m thinking. “Is there by any chance some sort of significant location nearby that’s been here since the days this island was in Wrerga?” “Why, yes,” said my bodyguard. “There are many old places near here. There is even one that has been here since the island was on Earth and known as Atlantis.” Atlantis! The Lost Sunken City... “Get me the one that originated closest to its time near the island Morla. There is one place here that I need to investigate. We must hurry.” It wasn’t long before we found an odd temple place. It was made of swirling colored material. “This place is off limits to most, but if you wish, you may enter.” I nodded. “That I will do. Now, one last thing. I need you to bring me the captive. I will interrogate him here.” Ten minutes later. The older me was thrown into the room, bound and gagged. “My suit, will you help me form a spell to keep this captive here?” Slowly the cage built itself. “Now, what exactly are you trying to do, you murderer?” I ripped off the gag. “I’m trying to destroy all of the evil people thirsting for power in the government,” he said. “I’ve already succeeded in replacing them with the heirs of us Sils.” I laughed. “I will always make sure that I never have an heir. That way, I’m not as easy to kill as my friends. Who, I am confident, will agree when I ask them to stop cold murder!” He shook his head. “You naive fool. It is sad enough. You yourself are becoming a power thirsty type, letting that idea of purity get to your head. It’s the stubborn ego that I remember as a child, but I will not let it stop me now! That’s why I shed that suit long ago. And I listened to me in the end, didn’t I?” I, the young me, shook my head. “Power used right is not wrong. Anyway, you only agreed to this because you knew you would anyway. I was never one to accept what is believed to be the inevitable. That’s why I’m thinking to perhaps try to stop death in its tracks.” He gritted his teeth. “You stupid little–“ I gagged him up again and put him in a captive spell as far back as I could and turned around, heading back towards the entrance. Suddenly I heard an odd sound behind me and peeked back in, listening. It was them, and he was telling them lies about me. And leaving my name anonymous. A little guessing game wouldn’t hurt. I had the suit summon me up a chair, facing away from the wall. How I loved those chairs. They make you feel really cool. Somehow. AND NOW BECAUSE IT’S THE SAME SCENE IT’S TIME TO COPY AND PASTE ONLY WITH THE CHANGES WHERE I HAVE A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW. YES, YOU KNOW BY NOW, DON’T YOU?! MY MASTER PLAN TO MAKE YOU READ BOOK THREE... IS ALSO A MASTER PLAN TO WIN THIS FIGHT! (Also if you didn’t read the Lost Episodes, you really should because from this point on, we’re going to act like the plot went on mostly the same with those changes.) I heard someone open the door, and Noctus say, “It is clear he has seen fit to draw out our long awaited suspense as to our foe’s identity. Let us respect his wishes.” The entire group went forward into the room. To make an impression, I started with the speech, “Welcome to my new lair, my little friends. I’d like to give you the chance to spare the innocent of this world. That pesky boy only wants to destroy them, after all.” Well, they didn’t know who I was yet, after all. Maybe I’d keep it secret even longer. Seth growled. “You imprisoned our friend! How do you expect us to trust in anything that you say? How do we know they aren’t lies?!” “Oh, so you trust him more now than you ever did me in the first place.” If you really think about that statement and the time travel and stuff, it’s very confusing. “Show your face, you worthless fiend!” Lynn shouted. I couldn’t believe she would say that about me. Time to step up the aggression, show them who’s boss.“Lynn, my girl, that’s no way to talk to someone you once cared about so much. Surely you would consider a better way before I have all of your necks snapped!” Anna grinned. “That won’t matter. We can’t truly die.” I laughed, knowing the truth. “Well, then, consider that every last one of you already has an heir. The time travel you heard of took you twenty years into the future. I have every last one of them under safe guard and in my command. You’re all sitting ducks!” Matt laughed back at me. “Apparently, I was that way from the getgo. Death doesn’t scare me one bit. So come on, turn around and fight me, you worthless, backstabbing, double-crossing, no-good, ruthless, worthless, uncivilized, brainless, worthless CUR!” I laughed too, the insult being really empty. “I noticed that you used the word worthless three times... very creative, my friend, but your words are worthless against an opponent such as myself. I, unlike all of you, am truly invincible, my immortality assured!” Matt shook his head. “You take me for a fool. You see, I already know who you are.” That burst my bubble, there. “Well, that’s no fun.” I turned around and showed everyone my face, and watched the shock on their faces. |
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| Warlyte | Nov 13 2008, 09:25 PM Post #46 |
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SPOILER FOR THE LAST PART, DON'T READ THIS UNTIL YOU'VE READ THE PART Spoiler: click to toggle
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Nov 13 2008, 09:31 PM Post #47 |
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GRATE Aether!
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For some reason I legitimately thought that spoiler was "Snape kills Dumbledore". The internet ruined me :[ |
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*findally canches up* Woo. Mark-io. LONG? I DID SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN PART 9-27 IF I RECALL Anyway, the part you wrote at the end of book 2 really confused me. It was great and ranty, but confusing. Now I'm less confused. |
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| Warlyte | Nov 16 2008, 12:00 AM Post #49 |
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3-2: The Part Where I Finally Make This Look Like a Typical Part-Story Derriga West Base, 20 Years in the Future “Listen, guys, I never meant to be the evil villain. I just want you all to listen to me–“ Matt roared in anger. “Look what you’ve surrounded yourself with! You, of all people, to betray us again! You can’t keep an allegiance long enough to help anyone but yourself. What ever happened to you fighting for the people?” I shook my head. “I’m still doing that–fighting for the sake of those who would be murdered if I wasn’t there to save them! Please, everyone, listen to me!” Lynn was starting to cry. “You threatened us, you dirty turncoat!” “No!” I shouted. You all need to take three seconds to listen to me, so I thought I’d shut you up!” This triggered the... battle music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRxHHZEqwpw (WARNING: BATTLE THEME CONTAINS AN R-RATED WORD) “Too late!” Matt jumped forward, drawing a sword I didn’t recognize and struck, blocked by arrowspear at shortest handle longest blade. The others just watched us fight. The suit transformed to augment my unfolding wings, as both of us flew into the air, changing the basis of the fight. “You scrawny boy,” I said, “You’ll never win up here!” Indeed, his lack of weight made him float back with every strike I made. “Do you give up yet?” “You forgot something!” He unleashed the lightning, overloading my suit. I screamed as it overamplified my power. The dust cleared. Everyone but me lay on the floor. And Noctus and Mouse. Noctus looked very young compared to his other self, but amazingly withstood the attack. “Death is a part of life. Violence is a part of change. Look at all of the people you have just now nearly killed, yourself. You are a damned hypocrite!” Mouse shook her head. “Noctus... no plan is ever perfect.” I smiled. “You’re right. Thank you, Mouse. To keep the peace we need to give the people a reason to keep it themselves. The only way to do that is to remind them what happens when they don’t. Those who still persist are the truly corrupt ones. But even they... I won’t destroy. Not like this. Not after all that was just said.” Noctus seemed to consider for a moment, then grinned. “I see. So you do know where order comes from. I guess you know what you’re doing after all, I was wrong.” I didn’t really believe he meant that, but it would be easier to have him as an ally and just watch for betrayal. “So, what, you’re joining me?” I asked. “I told you–you know what you’re doing. That’s what I’d rather join up with.” He was a great liar, mind you, but my gut feeling was stronger than he guessed. “Alright, welcome to my cause, Noctus. Mouse? What about you?” I asked. “What about me? Oh, right that, um. Yeah. I’ll do that. How come they didn’t give me a good reason to say yes just now?” she asked. Um, well, it’s because she’s... er... sensible. Yeah. She can understand what I’m talking about. The others assume too quickly. They assume I’m evil. Me! The bad guy! I’ve been looking out for the good of the entire world since Day One. No, long before Day One. Me, the very person who’s had the goodwill to tell all sides of the story to any person who cares enough to read it. Well, if I’ve been considered evil, I’m going to be a better villain than most. Unfortunately, I’ve already gone against the most obvious thing any villain should do at this point–kill off the heroes BEFORE they get a chance to get stronger and attack and stuff. “Well, Mouse, I know you really want to. Unlike the others. Pity, really. Their minds are so weak. Perhaps those heirs are a bit smarter than that. Perhaps. Now, let’s get out of here.” As we walked out, without warning a burly geezer rode in on a llama and shouted, “SURPRISE! There’s a plague of locusts there! They disabled the tech core, so now we’re reduced to whatever primitive crap we can scrape up! To think, we’re being slowly killed from the inside by SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T HAVE A BRAIN–“ ”Actually, locusts might have brains, although incredibly puny ones. Wait, killed from the inside? What are you talking about?” I asked. “Only that our technology is what gets most of this place through life. Without it, most of us don’t have a clue as to what can be done. Even that distraught prince is done with his magic tricks and has reclaimed his throne,” he added, making me step back in surprise. “So I’ve lost the power I had. But we do have the advantage that we never really relied on any of this, so we know how to get by without it. So the people should rally to me in these dark times. Hopefully.” Suddenly my entire plan seemed rather silly. Which is okay because I don’t truly have a plan. I haven’t plotted this book well at all. I have a few scenes, true, but what else is left other than random filler crap? Okay, then, random filler crap shall my plan be! I think you’ve probably also noticed that I didn’t release a part yesterday. Why? Because I got lazy. But today, I’m trying to catch up on word count, so now it’s time for a lot of useless crap without any real plot to begin. Yes, begin. The last couple of paragraphs were a sort of intro. “What’s your name, burly geezer?” I asked. “What. Did you. Just call me.” He seemed angry. “The same thing that was in the description,” I pointed out. “Oh. Well how DARE you not know my name! And we have even met once before, in a faraway land. You know what? I’m not going to help you anymore. I am going to go help the ones still in that building. See you later.” He turned his llamas around and went back inside. “Wait–aw, crap, we lost another one. And now we don’t even have llamas to ride. Now how will we get there?” I wondered. Noctus sighed in frustration. “I’ve heard of this thing called walking.” Unfortunately, that pretty much summed up the trip to a nearby city, which was supposed to be really close on this map that somebody happened to have for no apparent reason, but actually took an incredibly long time to get to. The world needs an improvement in transportation. Wait, never mind. WHAT THE FRICK WHY DID THE LETTER I JUST TURN INTO RANDOM PIXELS? Wait. That was the loading cursor. What could possibly be loading on my computer right now, as I simply type something? Anyway. Distractions thar. Distractions aren’t any good. Except for prolonging something. So um a distraction. We need to come up with a distraction. So. SUDDENLY SOMEONE RAN IN CRYING THEIR EYES OUT AND ASKED ME TO GO ON AN EPIC QUEST TO HELP THEM and then got shot with a tranquilizer. THAT DIDN’T HELP MUCH New music time by now I guess. Here ya go. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xrZ6sIrzt8 And because PMF suggested this a librarian came up and asked us to reshelf library books. And if we did she’d give us something so powerful that my suit would work again despite all the technology dying somehow. Which I’m not sure how the locusts could have done that. Unfortunately, by reshelf, they meant actually get a new shelf. The old ones were run by robots, you see, and in these dark times no robots would be working for a long time. I thought to myself, the type of technology that relies on one object that can be so easily dismantled, is not quite as genius an idea as it’s supposed to be. It took several long days to put in all of the new shelves. And much much longer to put in all of the books. It might have gone faster, but, you know, I have this tendency to read a lot. And it all seemed very interesting to me. I started to understand a few more things about this Tech Core that had been messed up. But that info is probably very tedious and boring. After all, it’s made out of chemicals that you guys have never heard of, made by focusing a type of particle that doesn’t exist on Earth into the nucleus of an atom and... ...square the q.... ...minus lunch... ...times garbage... ...to the power of insanity plus z times nonexistent meaninglessness that has absolutely no value divided by the natural log of (90 x plus the entire rest of the equation) which then equals the square root of the pants of some monster with gigantic horns, claws and teeth, five eyes, three noses, and an irrational number of arms. Get all that? Beanwhile... and no that’s not a typo... beanwhile, a mysterious wizard named Ikra, also known as a burly geezer, walked into the room and healed all of its inhabitants. Sadly, after all that just happened, it feels very redundant to have Lynn, Seth, Anna, and oh God just listing their names bores me. If you know who they are then you know which ones are and are not there. You know, I’ve been doing a continuous stretch for a while. It’s breaktime for me. Even though I’ll probably forget what I was talking about when I come back. Or forget TO come back. Oh, well, here’s the gap... Okay, I came back and suddenly realize that it’s been several more hours than I ever wanted this gap to happen, so let’s make it snappy! It’s fairly late at night so that by the time anyone reads this it’ll be the next day anyway... but I’m gonna get it by midnight! New music time: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Cw2EitDQTE&feature=related So Ikra told them the same thing he told Ein and Noctus and Mouse. Lynn recognized him because she and Ein had learned some things from him a long time ago, before he was a burly geezer. Well, he had been sort of old. But not by wizard standards really. He also told them something else very interesting. “You know when something that you can’t explain happens, and you just say ‘a wizard did it’? Well, I’m that wizard. I’m the wizard that did it. I’m responsible for a lot of the crap that goes on around here. It is very amusing, actually. By some standards. You know, some people don’t like it. Matter of taste. But I’m pretty sure Top sort of likes it. And SZM always seems enthused. I’ve even heard PMF follows it.” They stared, sort of slack-jawed. “Who?” asked Seth. Ikra looked down and shook his head. “You poor, deluded characters... believing that you actually exist and all... you’re hardly even canon right now, matter-of-fact...” This commentary, though of course obvious to the readers, went right over the heads of the characters. It’s sort of like those terrible parts where the reader knows exactly what the plot twist is several chapters before the character finds out, just because there was another perspective. I, on the other hand, use falsehoods and such to negate that most of the time. What? You don’t know what that last bit meant? Eh, who cares. You just won’t see any actual plot twists too early, oh, no. It’s just a matter of perspective. Thank God they’re not real, anyway–we would all be so... terribly... screwed over... life would be interesting, hey, of course, but it would also be terribly screwed over. “So, wizard guy,” Emily said, “What do we do about our friend who went against us?” He considered this for a moment. “If you can reach the place where he entered Derriga, then you can possibly find some help there. Well, that’s all for now. After all, being very mysterious is part of the job description. Plus there are plotholes to fill in every dimension ever imagined... such is the life of a wizard who did it!” And with that, the wizard who did it disappeared. Matt considered for a moment. “That means back towards that Northeast Edge again, I’d wager. Say, are we missing some more people?” Anna sighed. “He took Noctus and Mouse with him. They’re our enemies, too. Well, shouldn’t we probably be getting going? The faster the better,” she added. “Right!” Mark said. “It’s just another location to race to, isn’t it?” “What,” Lynn said. “Well, think about it,” Mark continued, walking among everyone in his distinctive Shikaka form, even though he could turn back at will by now. “When this general crowd first met up it was because we all had a reason to be at Kinok City. Same for the second time, really. Ever since then, our quest has been composed almost entirely of journeys from Point A to Point B, laced with fights where everyone knows we’ll win, thus them being boring.” Well gee Mark thanks for making my plot look terrible. Maybe I should just throw a twist at you guys right now just for fun. But no, we’ve had enough happening for one night. I mean two sort of. I mean, not so much that the next plot twist I can think of is appropriate for this part. In fact that plot twist might get its own part. Stay tuned over the next few days, huh? Well, five to midnight. It’s go time. RUN RUN RUN RUN EVERYONE RUN LIKE YOU NEVER RAN BEFORE WE MUST GET TO THE CENTER OF DERRIGA It took them some time to get to that capital. About as much time as it took me with that whole bookshelf thing. Which leads us back to the subject but unfortunately I’ve done the dastardly thing of shorting myself for time for that. Wait. There’s still a few more minutes. “We’ve finished,” I pointed out to the librarian. “Very good. Come with me to the back. I’d like to show you something.” So of course we did because of the promise of the power source or whatever. She turned around and drew knives on us. “I didn’t think you’d do it. So, looks like I don’t need you anymore. But I still need my power source–and that suit to use it with!” I sighed and shook my head. “You don’t know who you’re messing with!” |
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Nov 16 2008, 03:44 PM Post #50 |
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That's okay, a lot of my plot is just a general outline and then I come up with filler carp. ...in my case, though, I never come up with filler carp so I get stuck with 2-part-long chapters. Sometimes I list characters' names to waste space. Although in Part 9-26 I had an actual reason to... I heard a story in my English Composition class about a tribe in Africa that believes that and wait did I mention that? Screwed over? Hey, just like if Count Bleah was real and someday came to me to try and destroy me but decided to destroy the world instead but I escaped on a technologically flying cloud. |
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