gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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I got names from you all. I got personalities from you all. Now I'm beginning to write the story starring you all.
Because everyone writes their things with little two paragraph chapters, I'm doing things here a bit differently. Multiple individual parts make up one chapter, and multiple individual paragraphs make up one part. Here's the parts of Chapter One:
1. EDD'S JOURNAL, part one
2. TECHMAG'S LOGS, part one
3. ELLIWOOD'S STORY, part one
4. FAULTY'S STORY, part one
5. ELLIWOOD'S STORY, part two
6. SPIDER PIG'S STORY, part one
7. EDD'S JOURNAL, part two
8. TECHMAG'S LOGS, part two
9. JOHN'S STORY, part one
How many I post depends on how much there is. 1 will be posted alone, but 2, 3, and 4 will all come at once since they're a bit shorter. 5 and 6 are both standalone, and since I haven't finished 7, 8, and 9 I'm still out to see about those.
And again: these are first drafts. Expect a serious lack of quality. OK! Will get back in about 20 minutes and you can learn about the first 4 characters. |
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snakehuntJoin Date: 2009-06-22
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Are people going to die? Just a quick question. Because everyone seems to have a problem with dying. |
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Quasar99Join Date: 2009-11-21
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why are me and my alt different people?
well uh
i guess it'll work
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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@snakehunt
death happens in real life, death will happen here. |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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CHAPTER ONE
EDD’S JOURNAL, PART ONE
Starting today I get to be the new leader of one of the most dysfunctional groups of survivors out here. Literally the only reason that I’m leader is that I’ve got the least wrong with me. I kid you not, journal. I kid you not.
I know that this is my own journal and all and I don’t really have to put in the effort to describe anyone since I know them all personally, but ever since I was a kid I’ve vainly hoped that something I’ve written would be published, and with any luck long after I die civilization will be rebuilt to its old levels and people can find this journal and I become Anne Frank part two. So yeah. If you’re reading this now, I hope it’s because this is an important thing and not just because it was part of a dig site.
I’ve been walking around with three other people. Dysfunctional bunch, like I said above.
First up is Fortrate. Fortrate, unlike the rest of us, knows his way around a gun. There isn’t a gun in the desert that this guy can’t pick up, take apart, and put back together. And he won’t learn anything in the process, since there isn’t a single thing that this guy hasn’t learned about them all. This, of course, is very handy. I myself try to stay as pacifist as possible but I’ll admit that a trigger must be pulled every so often.
Fortrate’s problem is that he’s quite possibly the meanest person I’ve ever had the misfortune of encountering. Before everything fell apart I’ve known some rude people, but this guy stands high above the rest of them. Not a single thing I’ve heard out of his mouth has been anything but a mean-spirited remark or thoughtless statement. I’m afraid we may have a psychopath with this one.
Then there’s Fortrate’s younger brother, Quasar. This guy is nothing but a grade A mess. Outside of that one time where he beat a guy to death with a baseball bat, everything I’ve seen him do was moping around and wondering out loud why nobody liked / likes him. Definitely the smarter one out of the brothers, though. Very afraid that this guy will snap at any minute out of something really insignificant one of us does.
There’s me. I think who I am comes out through my writing enough. It’s my journal, I’ll not talk about myself as much as I want. (And yes, I know. Show, don’t tell. Again: my journal. Deal with it, whoever you are.)
Last one up is Cam. Cam, for some reason, uses a bow and arrow. It has its advantages, since arrows are reusable and you can make your own if you have the skill (and she definitely has the skill to do that) but it has its disadvantages, mainly in the fact that it’s a bow and arrow. I don’t even know what year it is now, but everyone is using guns in this one.
Anyways, Cam rarely ever says a word. Over time she’s been growing a very impressive book collection and one time she even found an old Kindle with at least 50 books on it, so most of her time is spent reading a book. The one time I started a conversation with her, she completely blew me off. Very blunt with her statements, I tell you.
So that’s us. There was one more of us, my cousin Syd, but I have no idea where Syd is now. He kind of disappeared in the middle of one night. I try not to think about it. Like what I assume everyone else is doing, we’re trying to make our way to whatever lies at the edge of the desert. More desert, maybe. Possibly what’s left of civilization. Every day we move a little bit closer to it. That’s our goal. Advancement. Nomads living in tents moving day to day.
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so there's part one. there's indents but if they didn't show up that will be unfortunate. |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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CHAPTER ONE
TECHMAG’S LOGS, PART ONE
The angel wants me to go to her. I don’t want to go to the angel. This is what is called an ‘impasse.’
I am currently on the fine line between death and being able to take another step. Sometimes I consider taking off my hood. Remember that it’s important. People can’t look under it. People won’t look under it.
Under my goggles are my eyes. The goggles are stolen, of course. Stabbed a guy three times when he wasn't looking, took them off his body. Very convenient. People can’t see my eyes. People won’t see my eyes.
I’m alone out here. I’m not sure why. I woke up to people, I left those people. Maybe one of those people was the one I stabbed. Not really sure about anything anymore. Used to be able to remember brilliantly, but I think exposure can have this kind of effect on you.
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and there's part two, because it's short and only introducing 4 characters out of a TON and leaving it until tomorrow isn't very good storytelling imo. so now you know 5 different people or possibly maybe 6 |
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Quasar99Join Date: 2009-11-21
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oh man im liking fortrate and quasar already
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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not until at least chapter 2. a lot of group 2 and 4's characters aren't important until later |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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first 6 out of the 9 parts in chapter 1
then comes chapter 2
i want that to be maybe 15 parts? i dunno |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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bump because i need readers |
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gwebster2Join Date: 2010-08-29
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I am a reader.
A reader I am! |
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Mr44Join Date: 2009-02-04
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They call me The Reader. I peruse written/printed materials for personal enjoyment. |
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elliwoodJoin Date: 2007-07-02
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Write more parts. Now. |
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TechmagssJoin Date: 2009-06-24
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Is it just me or did I read myself as a salarian from Mass Effect? |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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ok ok ok parts 3 and 4 coming in LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES guys |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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CHAPTER ONE
ELLIWOOD’S STORY, PART ONE
“John, I’m asking you one last time. WHAT DID YOU SEE?”
Silence. Elliwood gave John’s story more thought. Less than a week ago Elliwood’s (extremely unusual) partnership took him in. John couldn’t help the two in any way, but thankfully for them he couldn’t hurt them in any way either. Way too catatonic for that.
Since then, Elliwood had been asking John daily what happened to him. One time he managed to get the words “I saw something” out of him. Zero progress since.
That partner of Elliwood’s, the extremely unusual one, was none other than an old-world paid mercenary, possibly created as part of a government experiment to specifically create old-world paid mercenaries. He lacked reason. He lacked morality. He lacked remorse. He lacked all of those things that separate psychotics from non-psychotics. His name was Dex, but many people started calling him Faulty Dex when his mental state became evident; and that was soon shortened to Faulty. Thankfully for everyone alive right now, Faulty only became the psychotic he’s known as being when money was involved, and there isn’t a whole lot of money going around right now
Then there’s Elliwood himself, who, alongside Faulty, could not be doing any better at being a living definition of the literary term “foil.” A small, scrawny white guy. He runs around with a handgun and is rather fast at that. He was created when a mommy and a daddy loved each other very much. All those normal human being things.
John was also a human. Not much else for a person to be, that is. Elliwood’s made it his personal goal to learn more about him. It’s obviously not going well.
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CHAPTER ONE
FAULTY’S STORY, PART ONE
“Each and every one of you put your guns down and your hands up and you’ll all have a marginally better chance of surviving this.”
Faulty left the little white boy alone with the silent guy to go get some things. What things? From where? Both of those were questions from the little white boy that Faulty simply couldn’t answer. (An issue of mental capacity, perhaps?) His quest for stuff and things led him to a very quaint little cave full of very not-quaint hostiles.
In Faulty’s mind, all hostiles must be eliminated. This is fact.
Each and every one of the hostiles put their guns down and their hands up. Faulty shot down all of them. Come to think of it, he wasn’t entirely sure how many people he just killed. If he cared or not was a different question (answer: he didn’t).
What was important in the cave were the boxes. Hopefully full of things. Some water would be nice, since for some reason the little white boy lived on it. Maybe some blunt object for the silent guy to get hit with and hopefully jog his memory.
Really, boxes themselves are important. It’s probably best to just take the whole set of boxes with him and leave the discovery of things for later.
Faulty took a look at the cave he was in. Rather small little alcove, not nearly as nice as where he, the little white boy, and the silent guy were staying. Thankfully for them, the little white boy had a car. Cars go in garages. Thus, they decided to take residence in a garage. It was a very nice little place before things fell, with those big garage doors and all of those car bodyworks things that cars get bodyworks with. Faulty really wished he could think better than this.
Faulty walked out of the cave back into the sand and sun. He needed the car. He’ll get the car.
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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bump... there's stuff here people |
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snakehuntJoin Date: 2009-06-22
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Hehehuyrhue |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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black ops. black ops |
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snakehuntJoin Date: 2009-06-22
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I think people are reading, just not replying.... |
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gwebster2Join Date: 2010-08-29
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What am I supposed to do?
Say "I READ THIS POST" everytime you make a story?
If so,
I READ THIS POST. |
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