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 Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 4:22 pm
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I have this idea for a game.. don't know if anyone would be interested. It's mainly focused on exercising my imagination and helping me either find inspiration or just have fun getting use to spilling my imagination out onto a piece of paper or my keyboard. Gross, right?
Anyway. The game will consist of fellow guildmates giving me a genre, item, person, or setting, and I try to come up with an excerpt (4 to 5 sentences) out of a grand, and probably sporadic, story. If at any point you become dissatisfied with what I spew in response to what you give me to work with, then feel free to let me know!
And if there are any grammatical errors, which I plan to have quite a few, maybe someone can help me spot them and work them out.
INTERESTED?!
Here's how I want to start it.
A burst of light protrudes through the brisk moment of darkness as consciousness overwhelms our hero's senses. For a moment, fundamental questions of existence elude him as the only things he can experience are what his senses allow him. His eyes scream in pain as instinct guides him to opening his eyes to experience the light for what it really was. As his eyes adjust to the light, he's left with as many answers as he started with at the beginning of this journey of discovery that took place over the course of a millisecond. What he saw was nothing.. empty space one can only classify as whiteness. The ground beneath his feet felt solid but he couldn't make out where the ground ended and the walls or ceiling began. As he looked around, his first existential thought entered his head; It was a feeling that his thoughts, and fate, were not in his own hands.
So, our hero is in a white room, no telling how big it is. and YOU must provide a setting, an object, a person, and/or a genre. I will try my best to bring it to life!
and constructive criticism is always welcomed!
If I take long to answer, it's cause of school, slacking, and other things that happen while I am slacking. =D
AND.. if this isn't where I'm supposed to post this, please let me know and I'll move it!
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 5:45 pm
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Bri-the_cookie_goddess Hm. Setting, object, person and/or genre, eh? Setting: A single house out in the middle of the forest, it is midday. Year can be random. Object: Just a random object? Or a goal Because if it's a goal it would be get out of the locked house. If a random object, let's try a screwdriver. Person: A girl your age. She lives in the house and does not seem to remember how she got here or much of her past. Genre: Sci-fi/romance
I shall attempt to rise to the challenge! and I'll take both! lol the screwdriver and the goal to get out of the house!
The ground begins to vibrate as a strange hum resonates from beneath it. Though the ground vibrates violently, he is still unable to move, and appears unphased. The ground breaks apart and the resulting rubble fades out of existence as a mahogany stained hardwood floor is revealed beneath what once was solid white. Walls and furniture begin to materialize around him as the ground beings to slow its vibrations gradually.
He's finally able to move his head as he regains feeling in his neck, and takes the opportunity to look around. To his right he spots a dual kitchen sink with a window directly above it. Outside the window he can make out a small grassy clearing that ends abruptly into a forest. As he reaches his limitations as to how far he can see into the forest, his gaze is directed towards the knife holder situated to the right of the sink. The knives are neatly put away. All but one which rests at the edge of the sink next to the dish detergent. He turns his head to the left and his gaze is greeted by a mahogany cupboard over a marble counter. Atop the counter are breads, ornaments, and a few documents scattered across the remaining space on the counter.
He slowly regains feeling in his body, which provides him with incentive to step forward. As he turns his head to look in front of him, his intentions are betrayed by a table that had materialized in front of him while he was not looking. As his eyes scanned the table, they came upon an arm. A woman's arm.. fair skinned.. young. His gaze traveled up the arm and onto the dark brown hair that draped over it. Slowly, he regained his awareness and was once again capable of articulate thought..
"Excuse me." He uttered to the young woman. She uttered a slight groan and buried her face deeper into her arm. "I apologize for the intrusion, but could you possibly tell me where I am.. and maybe even WHO I am?" The young woman lifted her head, her hair slightly frizzed and veiled over her soft brown eyes. Her nostrils flared slightly, her lips puckered, her brow- painted red by the mark left by her arm- bowed as she stretches the muscles in her face. Her eyes scanned the room in a groggy confusion before finally settling upon the man standing before her. "Where am I," she uttered in her dazed stupor. The man was struck with a sense of certain hopelessness.
He took his first steps since the whole ordeal began, and made his way around the table into the living room. Across from the entrance into the kitchen was a fireplace, situated not more than five feet away from a powder blue rug. Seated around the rug were fern green couches and chairs, gathered to keep those who occupy them warm by the warmth of the fire place. On top of the fireplace were a collection of framed photos, photos that contained the faces of people he did not recognize. All except one. This home belonged to the woman seated at the table.
"This is your house," he shouted back towards her without averting his gaze from the pictures. "What," she shouted back in a disgruntled manner, having become slightly cranky because of the abrupt interruption of her nap and the unshakable sense of confusion. "You live in this house," he repeated as he began to turn around. His turn was halted by a strong, uneasy feeling that resonated from the front door. A wooden door with a window situated in the middle of the top half. Though curtains draped over it, the window was still revealing enough to assure him that nothing was out there. However.. he could not deny the uneasy feeling.
"I.. I do?" she asked in astonishment as she turned to face the man. His gaze fixated on the door. "What are yo-" she was interrupted by a sudden deafening noise blaring from the front of the house. The man jumped in surprise, and backed away from the front door. "What the hell was that?!" the startled young woman yelled. He ignored her question as he turned around to face a sliding glass door. He stepped deliberately towards the door and placed his hand on the latch, attempting to pull the door open to no avail. He scanned the door for a lock but could not find one. The noise grew louder and louder, and he found himself unable to think coherently. The only prevalent thought in his head was of the strange jabbing he felt in his thigh. He reached into his pocket and his fingers met with a solid plastic object, and, upon further inspection, he found it had an elongated piece of metal protruding from what he now determined to be a handle. He wrapped his fingers around the handle and revealed a screwdriver. "What on earth could this be for?"
His eyes opened wide in his epiphany, and he scanned the door once again for a screw. To his delight, there was, in fact, a screw where the lock was supposed to be! He jammed the screwdriver into the butt of the screw and unscrewed the bolt from it's slot then gripped the latch and slid the door wide open. He went to run but immediately remembered the girl, still inside of the house, cowering in her chair. He couldn't just leave her behind. He sprinted back towards the kitchen and grabbed hold of her hand, and placed his other hand on her shoulder. "Come with me," he yelled over the ear shattering noise, "and don't ask questions, cause I haven't got any answers." She looked at him, cringing over the painful noise pulsing through her head, and nodded. She stood up and allowed the man to lead her through the living room and out the sliding glass door.
Just as they made their way towards supposed safety, they were suddenly stopped in their tracks. Confusion wrought terror cascaded across their faces as they beheld what was now in front of them.
Okay! Next person must give me something, anything, as to what is in front of them!
That took a lot more out of me than I expected! I spent more time on it than I expected to!
Edit: Also, if there are any details you think need to be filled in, let me know. And, I'll stick to the current setting and genre for now, all I need now are people, objects, goals, and creatures! |
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 9:10 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 4:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 5:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 6:07 pm
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 10:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 3:53 am
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TwinOfQuinn Setting: Underground tunnel Item: An axe Genre: Horror/Fantasy (Reason for doing this: I'm bored.)
Their eyes fixated on a massive creature. A creature with the head of an ox, the body of a man, and the legs like that of the hind legs of a ram. The light from the torches faintly illuminated the creature, revealing its flame-scarred flesh. They found that two large pits on either side of its snout replaced its nostrils, its teeth were bared by its melted flesh, and its eyes were fused shut, seared by whatever horrible flame afflicted the creature. On its head were two massive horns that curved downward past its brow, its shoulders were slumped, its arms hanging on either side of its monstrous, flame-scarred torso, and its hooves were overlapped by the thick, coarse, and matted brown fur that covered its legs. And, further reinforcing its terrifying visage was a massive, crude stone axe with a deep dark stain on its jagged blade edge, which it gripped in its monstrous right hand.
The hero's eyes quickly scanned the monster before resting upon the axe it held in its hand. The noise that had been plaguing the two had disappeared, only to be replaced by the sheer terror that now had stricken them to their very core. The hero trembled as he searched the furthest reaches of his mind for something, anything that he could think of that would save him from the dire situation in which he was in, but succeeded only in coming to the realization that there was, in fact, nothing he could do.
Suddenly, he felt a painful pressure in his left hand and it drove him to take his eyes off the monster and rest them on his companion's hands. She had firmly clasped them around his, squeezing it tightly as she looked at the monster in horror. His thoughts quickly shifted to the woman beside him and he lifted his gaze to the woman's fright stricken face. She felt his gaze and her eyes met his. He tilted his head, motioning for them to turn back. She nodded her head, loosened her grip on his hand, and they both turned around as slowly as possible, as to not alert the monster to their presence.
Their eyes fixated on the monster as their bodies slowly turned and their heads slowly followed. As their gaze traveled across the walls of the room and finally reached their destination behind them, they were met with the full realization of their current situation. The sliding glass door was no longer there. Instead, there was a dark, narrow tunnel with rock walls as jagged as the room they were standing in. Astonished, the woman let out a gasp, then quickly slapped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late.
Behind them they could hear the monster grunt as its hand gripped the handle of its axe so tightly that they could hear the tell-tale sounds of friction between the monster's flesh and the leathery handle. They heard the torrents of air that entered the monster's pit-like nostrils as they widened, repeatedly, to take in the scent of its soon-to-be victims.
Quickly, the monster became aware of the two people standing before him. Enraged, it threw its arms and shoulders back and thrusted its head forward as it leaned in with its mouth opened wide, and roared so fiercely that the torches that lined the jagged walls all flickered violently. The hero, filled with a new-found purpose, turned to the woman and shouted, "run!" He pushed her ahead of him as they bolted towards the narrow corridor that lay before them.
Immediately they were plunged into pitch darkness with little time for their eyes to adjust. Their shoulders scraped against the jagged walls as the hero edged the woman in front of him forward. The stagnant air now brushed the sweat across their face towards the back of their heads as it offered up nothing but resistance. The sounds of their weighted footfalls was soon followed by the rampaging thuds and scrapes of the monster's body and axe against the walls as it pursued our hero and his companion, roaring, vigorously, after them.
The monster, dragging its massive body through the narrow tunnel, flailed its axe around violently. Its axe shot off sparks with each swing that connected with the jagged stone walls. The ground trembled beneath the rampaging beast as its hooves stomped along the path before it. Perhaps the only comforting part of the situation is that the sparks were bright enough to illuminate the monster, allowing the hero to ascertain the distance between them.
The hero soon felt himself running out of breath, and was now able to hear his panting, even through the monster's deafening roars. His cheeks were bloody from scraping against the walls and his arms and legs were sore, but he knew that stopping now meant certain death. He had to keep going. Aside from his own survival, his most prevailing concern was keeping the woman safe. However, it was apparent that she too was suffering from fatigue.
The adrenaline rushing through her veins was the only thing keeping her on her feet at this point. The two had no idea whether there was even an end to the tunnel, or if they could keep their distance from the rampaging beast behind them for very much longer. Just when the hope began to fade from their fleeing hearts, a faint light appeared at the end of the tunnel. Her eyes widened with newfound hope, and she found the drive to edge forward, further still.
With newfound purpose they picked up the pace, ignoring the painful scrapings of the walls against their bodies, the blood and sweat dripping down their faces, and the bits of rock debris that would pelt them each time the monster's stone axe met the stone wall. They mustered up every bit of strength they had, pushing forward towards the light. Soon, their efforts paid off and they stumbled out of the tunnel and into another torchlit room. This one appeared to be like the last, except this room had a door opposite the tunnel entrance.
Before they had the chance to study the room or the door any further, they were assaulted once again with the combination of the creature's deafening roar and overwhelming stench. The creature had caught up to them, but found itself stuck in the notably narrower tunnel entrance. It's arm reached out towards the hero and his companion as the backed away and towards the middle of the room. The monster roared and thrashed its body around violently.
Realizing this was his only opportunity, the hero quickly left the woman's side and sprinted toward the door. He quickly scanned it for a knob, but, unfortunately, he found only a bolt and a latch. "The screwdriver!" he shouted in excitement, but, when he raised his hand, his trusty screwdriver was gone. Panicked, he scanned the room for the screwdriver, going over every inch illuminated by the torches that lined the jagged walls. His heart sank. There it was: lying right at the entrance to the tunnel. Despair cascaded across the hero's face, as there was no time to run across the room and back before the monster could free itself.
The woman turned towards the hero to see if he had made any progress with the door, but only found a panicked expression on his face. She then turned her head to look where his eyes were gazing. Her jaw dropped. She turned her head back towards the hero and their eyes met. He shook his head. She nodded hers. He shook his head fervently, but to no avail. She had already turned away and set her sights on the screwdriver.
She took one last look at the monster that was writhing its way closer and closer to freedom and then she sprang into action. She mustered up as much power into her legs to sprint towards the screwdriver. At that moment, with a deafening roar, the monster freed itself from the tunnel and stumbled out of the tunnel. Now off balance, it clumsily swung its axe at the woman, narrowly avoiding her head as she dropped to the ground and rolled towards the screwdriver. She took the screwdriver in hand, and slid it across the floor and past tumbling monster. The hero grabbed the screwdriver and jammed the head into the crevice of the bolt. However, a thick layer of dirt lined the crevice and the hero was unable to turn the bolt.
The woman, taking advantage of the monster's fall, lied on the ground and watched as the hero frantically scraped the dirt from the crevice of the bolt. The monster roared as it drove its fist into the ground and propped itself back up onto its feet, cutting short our heroine's respite. She hopped up on her feet and dove back down to the ground, narrowly dodging the axe once again. She then turned onto her back only to see the monster grip both hands on the handle and begin to drive it down upon her. She quickly rolled out of the way and pressed her hand against the wall to stop from banging her head against it. The monster's axe shattered the ground on impact. The monster then swung its axe backwards, scraping the wall above the woman and raining rock debris upon her. Tired of scraping her face bloody, she quickly raised her arms to shield her face from the debris. Just then, from across the room, the woman heard the hero yell, "It's open!"
Once again made aware of the hero's presence, the monster turned to look towards the door. This was the woman's chance. She rolled onto her stomach, jumped up and onto her feet, then sprinted towards the door, ducking to avoid the monster's outstretched arm.
The hero peered through the door but could see nothing but a blinding white light. He turned towards the woman, who was now sprinting towards him, and he reached out his hand to grab hers.
She firmly grasped his hand and he yanked her towards the door, pushing her in. The monster roared and swung its massive body around, slicing the air with its axe. It threw its arms and shoulders back and continued its terrifying roar as it continued rampaging towards the hero. The hero rushed through the door after the woman, and shut the door behind him. As he turned to stare into the blinding light, he could hear the monster roaring and banging on the door.
Slowly, the monster's roars began to fade as the light began to die down. "Where are we, now?" asked the exhausted woman. The hero remained quiet and wearely awaited whatever ordeal they would have to face next.
Took me a while, and I found it more difficult than last time, considering it's been a year and I've since lost my motivation for this thread xD
BUT I DID IT! Thank you for giving me a reason to write something again. I hope you enjoy it!
Edit: I almost lost the entire thing when i clicked submit and it sent me to the login screen instead. I took so long to write this it logged me out of gaia, haha. |
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 11:48 pm
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