gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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sorry for the double post but here's an update on the new updates.
Edd's Journal and his stuff will be pretty neat. just wrote the second part of that. still working on next part of Techmag's Logs and then first part of John's Story. all in all i think that chapter one will be satisfactory enough for all of you
i also think that chapter two will be absolutely wonderful and if i can write it decently enough you'll all love it.
anyways i'm going to finish chapter one, write the last few personalities that i need to do, and then post chapter one in some quick bursts of updates then write chapter two and you'll love it and it'll be great.
i may even post the next part tomorrow! i don't know why i write this much for such a small fanbase but there you all go. |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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CHAPTER ONE
EDD’S JOURNAL, PART TWO
We found something amazing yesterday! No, no it wasn’t amazing. It was a rock. I know, I know, that doesn’t sound like anything special. Thing is, we’ve been walking through nothing but desert for the last 3 days so finally finding something is a bit of a big deal.
Cam volunteered to climb up on top of it and of all things to see in the distance she sees a nice little house. Always rather nice to have a bit more security.
So that’s where we went. A little two story house probably located in a nice old suburb on the outskirts of a nice old city. It’s a nice house, I’ll give it that. Whoever lived here had some money to throw around.
(On that note, I find it weird that I haven’t seen any little scum shacks around. I’m pretty sure that where I am now is where all of the white trash congregated into trash trailer parks.)
Fortrate and Quasar are off doing… whatever it is those two do together. Maybe Fortrate tries to convince Quasar that there are more people that like him than just himself. Maybe Fortrate just plays around with guns for hours on end while Quasar cries himself to sleep. Come to think of it I haven’t seen anyone cry this whole time, and I have seen a lot of different people around here. Maybe Quasar just accepted his emo lifestyle and he’s living with it.
This house’s lounge gets five stars from me, though. Professional interior design. I’ve been sitting here writing and Cam’s been sitting across from me reading. Never has there been a silence less awkward. I want to talk to her, but at some point it’d start being awkward.
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About fifteen minutes ago Fortrate came down and told Cam and I that there was something we both needed to take a look at. Things turned out worse than expected. Obviously I need to write down the story here, or it wouldn’t be much of a journal.
I was just trying to start a conversation about the book she was reading, it so happened that it was an old favorite of mine that I must have read at least 50 times before. Unbeknownst to us was that at some point Fortrate and Quasar came downstairs and started mucking around on the floor. If you’re reading this, I can assure you that your mind is probably dirty and you think that ‘mucking around on the floor’ means something much unlike what it actually does mean. I mean that they were on their hands and knees looking for something on the floor.
Eventually they found a door under a rug. So the house has a basement. Well, to call it a basement is a gross understatement. New name for it: “The Chambers of Dirt and Bone.”
I literally have no idea why there are so many bones down there. I can understand dirt; it’s underground. Bones? Let’s not think about that one.
So down the stairs we went, with Fortrate leading, into the world’s most harshly lit set of chambers. The first one was a completely square room, with just one open gap in a wall to move into the next one.
This is where it gets extremely questionable. The second room was shaped like a hexagon, and every wall had an opening into another room. As far as I could see, each room was the same shape and had even more gaps opening into even more rooms. I don’t understand a single thing about this.
We all walked forward for a few minutes. Each chamber looked exactly the same, as I just wrote above: hexagon-shaped, floor made of dirt, ceiling made of dirt, walls made of dirt, bones here and there. No idea how it’s possible for all this dirt to stay up. Come to think of it, some of the dirt on ground level is a bit harder than I remember it ever being; I should research this.
Eventually Fortrate stopped us all. Fortrate and Quasar turned around to face Cam and I; the two pairs of us were on separate sides of a gap. Fortrate broke the silence:
“Guys… what the hell do you all think is going on here?”
“A psychotic dug some holes, left some bodies down here, got carried away. That should be obvious, Fortrate.” Leave it to me to point out the obvious.
“Hey… what’s that light behind you two?”
“What?”
Quasar pointed out something important to Cam and I: the light that was in the room we were standing in turned red.
A metal door slammed shut between the two pairs of us, just like metal doors slammed shut in every other gap in the walls. I can feel the room moving, and I’ve got no idea if that’s going to be a good thing or not. So that’s where I’m writing this. Hold on, I think the room stopped moving. Journal goes back in my pocket for now.
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finally some things happen in edd's group. this should end up being an interesting subplot, because i literally only thought this up the morning of the day i wrote this up
also many apologies for the space between updates. i wish i could work on this more i really do but school calls me |
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snakehuntJoin Date: 2009-06-22
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When are we going to see the other groups? |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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everyone else is introduced in chapter 2
yeah chapter 1 entered planning before i had everyone signed up. it'd be longer and introduce everyone else but i think what i have planned coming up will make up for the time spent getting to them |
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Yeah for almost-but-not-really bonding over books. Keep it upp. |
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CHAPTER ONE
TECHMAG’S LOGS, PART TWO
I managed to climb a few rocks today. The angel can wait.
Finally managed to find something interesting. I managed to climb a few rocks today and found myself on the top of a sheer cliff wall. A real visual stunner.
Out of spite against the angel I walked a few more steps to the edge. I considered falling, ending everything for me and not starting anything for the angel. Then I looked down.
A lone car sat in the desert, backed up against the cliff wall. A lone car. My lucky day.
I began to inspect the wall under my feet. I needed a way down. Preferably on the front of the wall. Climbing on the back was painful.
I found a way down. I began to make my way down. A lone car. Just what I needed right now. No more sun, no more angel. Heat death could wait. And then I was interrupted.
From out of a cave I hadn’t noticed came a lone person with a lone box for the lone car. Not my lucky day after all. He opened up the car, shoved the box into it, and turned back to the cave.
Another person came out of the cave, this one with two boxes. They conversed for a brief moment, and then they were both back in the cave. Again they returned, with more boxes. The cycle repeated four times. The two people conversed more, one of them laughed, and they got into the car.
The lone car was not as lone as it looked. They drove off. Not my lucky day after all.
I looked again at the cave. A cave might be nice. This one wasn’t, however.
I looked through the cave. The two people had left no boxes behind. They had left behind bodies.
Six bodies, against the wall, dead. At least two bullets in each of them. One of them had seven.
I realized what had to be done. I took off my hood and looked again at the bodies. The bullets had to have been shot from a heavy machine gun. They had died less than a half hour ago. The hood went back on.
I turned around, back to the entrance of the cave. The car had left tracks. I needed to follow them. The angel can wait.
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man I hate writing techmag's stuff. i'm trying to use individual voices for each character's individual stories so far, if you haven't noticed. techmag's isn't easy for me to write, which is why this one is a lot shorter than I planned as well as the last few entries. it does introduce yet another piece of conflict, though, which is important. anyways coming up soon is the introduction of John's story, which may shock you! and then chapter 2, which will be very fun for me to write and hopefully very fun for you all to read through. get hype.
also sorry for the awkward upload time, i just finished this now (half past midnight where i am) and i didn't want to wait until tomorrow to get it up |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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bumping again because a midnight update doesn't get much views |
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We're finally getting closer to the part where me, yes me, finally gets introduced all cool-kid like.
Should be rockin'.
?CG: OH, HA HA! IF SMUG WAS A MOTORCYCLE, IT JUST JUMPED OVER A /=UCKING CANYON.
-Karkat, Homestuck. |
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Just a reminder that I'm still reading this. |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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IT'S NICE TO HAVE FANS |
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i know its amazing
so many fans in this room, making the arctic look like texas in the summer |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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god it SUCKS to have a ton of homework to do. you all don't know how fun it is to think this all up but i hardly ever have time to put it in words
next part coming HOPEFULLY in the next two days |
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Yess! And ikr,God I HATE having homework period. |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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alright, it's time for ANOTHER POST WHERE I DON'T HAVE ANY STORY TO SHOW YOU.
you would not believe what happened to me today. my heart should be broken but it just ISN'T. i don't even know why.
anyways i came up with a new story idea and this will probably be put on hold for a bit while i figure that out. it's a lot more related to my life = it'll be easier to write = more stuff = if you like my writing you'll love it
this thread will stay alive until i eventually write JOHN'S STORY: PART ONE and then don't expect much else. |
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Mr44Join Date: 2009-02-04
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyFyAqLtHq8 |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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it's not dead... just on hiatus. it gets to sit here and stagnate while i figure out my life |
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Mr44Join Date: 2009-02-04
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>this thread will stay alive until i eventually write JOHN'S STORY: PART ONE and then don't expect much else.
>don't expect much else
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6t4Zs5Yq_k |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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no. this is the song you're looking for
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CniMAvpq9hw
it's part of the next thing i get around to writing and never even getting through its introduction! (hopefully it does) |
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Ah,well it was a interesting story and all. |
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gageazJoin Date: 2007-06-28
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about to hand this story over to a girl to see if she likes it. if she does then it gets revived. if she doesn't i dunno
(i really like this girl so yeah it's kind of important to me) |
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Mmk, whatever floats your boat sir. Hopefully,she likes reading. |
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