THEN I CLAIM THE ROCKY ISLAND KNOWN AS #202
Log entry, day one
I have an island now. It's rather boring. The locals live underground and I'm pretty sure that I traded a herd a cows for a hat. It's not even a good hat. I also encountered a wild Battle Sprite, but I forgot my Spriteballs. It mugged me. It mugged me for my hat. And one of the locals stole my boat. I do hope the Monocle Chromalisk will come and save me.
*Monocle Chromalisk creates itself and flies down from the skies and saves Travid*
Monocle Chromalisk property of Seatus *u*
*Then comes a giant...fly. It begins to invade Travid's island, sucking out all the goody-good juices.*
Has a fanfic become an RP?
Find out, in the next episode of... THE MONOCLE CHROMALISK AND OTHER CHARACTERS!
3 more days until summe vacation starts. Curse those damn snow days...
The public schools in Chicago don't get out until next week because of the strike. They just put all the missed days at the end of the year.
Thats what I meant. 4 snow days and 1 hurricane day, and I got 3 days wrong. 3 SCHOOL days, so actually 5 more days.
When I was younger, I sucked at transitions. Still do, but this...this made me fall onto the floor laughing LLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Lost the plot for this one :P
I MIGHT make a fanfict much, much later, but for now, I gotta handle a LOT of RPs on two other sites.
Not exactly an original concept, yknow "inquisitor"
Hmmm... sounds like oh, I don't know THE EMPEROR'S HOLY INQUISITION!
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Inquisitor
I did not know about that until now, but then again, Warhammer didn't appeal to me, not as much as Starcraft or Halo did. And just at a brief glance, Warhammer looks like some sorry mashup between the two.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inquisitor <---The source I used to create the "Inquisitor", based on the organization 500 years ago made to serve as hanging judges to whoever they felt like, whenever. The kind of people you want to try and erase after you make your amends. I was going to centralize the plot around that. Not some sorry-[scrapped] fantasy shenanigans concerning christmas-colored barbarians and 'roided up sausage brains.
And didn't I tell you to quit this kind of stuff? Do you not know how bad you look by trying to deface other fanfictions by venting on their threads with your incessant whining? Your fanfict ideas are good and dandy, but if you're trying to instigate arguments against other writers just to boost up your own works, you'll end up a hated writer. You've done this three times now. One to a decent author (Tedme) by saying that he was "plagiarizing" even though he had coincidentally made a similar plot PRIOR to your fanfict, another to my guildmaster (Mawashimono) by labelling her work "trash" for not following in-game lore, and now to me as a copycat to some second-rate fiction that I could care less about.
Your actions aren't against TOS, but you're becoming quite the nuisance.
It predates both....
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Warhammer_40,000
read that article....
"Lovecraftian, Gothic and Dark Fantasy"-
and how does Halo or Starcraft (both coming AFTER Warhammer)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/StarCraft
*gasp* according to wikipedia, star craft is from '98 a year more than a FULL DECADE after 40k.
http://www.ask.com/question/when-did-halo-come-out
aaaaand halo also comes more than a decade after. Look before you leap, dodo.
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Inquisition
finally, read that...
And I don't do this to promote my own fanfics. Those are writing practise, if people read them cool! If not, whatever. And I enjoy watching you making a fool of yourself.
So if I don't know squat about Warhammer, how would I know something as obscure as the Inquisitors? Of course I might make something that's really similar to another fiction, and more often than not, the ideas I conceive and put in have probably been done before.
Not everything can be original, not after thousands of years of cultures and legends and myths.
But I'm not sure if you created Spiral Knights or the Alpha Squad, so what's with the hypocrisy? Why bug me about my work if practically every single fanfiction here is not going to have an original idea? You're saying that I'm making a fool of myself, but I'm not the one labelling everyone else's works as unoriginal. Just defending my own's and others.
Interesting.... for someone who admittedly plays starcraft and halo- both games with "'roided up sausage-brains" might I add- you have never heard of Warhammer 40k? I find that somewhat unlikely, unless you retreat into a hole in the ground to play Spiral Knights, Star Craft and Halo both games using Warhammer 40k's formula for powered armour supersoldiers. This comes from Henlein, of course, but Warhammer 40k was the first universe to include power armour that you do more than wear, as opposed to drive -of course I won't get into that now. But it is somewhat unlikely that you would play two lesser children of Warhammer and not know where they came from.
And why so quick to judge something that- as it turned out, was elder to your examples. And why are you bringing me into this? I was SAYING that you- maybe without knowing- plagiarized Warhammer 40k, and then began to belittle it even thought it brought two of your video games into this world.
And ironically enough, the argument: "There's nothing new under the sun" is not original either.
http://www.bartleby.com/73/1301.html
And, truth be told I am done with this moronic banter
It isn't plagiarism if I don't even know what I was "plagiarizing". I can't be copying if I had no idea that there was anything like this.
You come to my thread, label it as "unoriginal" like a plethora of others, label one other fanfiction as trash because it IS original, and now you're backing off? Are you trying to leave every other author with a bad taste in their mouth?
You're behaving like a jerk.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plagiarism
Consider that humans have been creating stories for millennia. It's almost impossible for any modern author to create a story (heck, almost any idea) that is entirely their own idea. Copying others' ideas is a given, not an exception.
"Bernard of Chartres used to compare us to [puny] dwarfs perched on the shoulders of giants. He pointed out that we see more and farther than our predecessors, not because we have keener vision or greater height, but because we are lifted up and borne aloft on their gigantic stature."
-Sir Isaac Newton
^in other words, we use others' ideas so we can build upon them. There's nothing wrong with that.
Granted, of course Thinslayer. Logical quote and nice catch. But I was merely pointing out that it was not simply: "using other's ideas", it was in fact using an identical concept. Not the same thing.
In a science fiction world, an officer called an Inquisitor, given all the resources they needed and above the ranking system. That's a 40k inquisitor any way you cut it.
@Feline-Grenadier
And no, I just criticize what I will, not every other author. I mean, you can come to my fan fiction and badmouth it 'till the cows come home but when I point out something identical to a well-established science-fiction universe it makes me a jerk?
Like I was saying, using identical concepts is nearly impossible to avoid. Have you ever seen the website TVTropes? It exists for a reason. The same ideas (and concepts) keep popping up in our stories.
It's entirely possible that Feline develope the story concept entirely on his own, and it just happens to be nearly identical to someone else's. It happens ALL the time. It's not plagiarism if he didn't copy it.
Heck, even if he did copy it, good luck proving that - you cannot read minds. Our society is plagued with people who think they know how others think; money-makers are automatically "greedy," people who have lots of sex are automatically "whores," people who do not act like their gender are automatically "gay."
And I'm sorry to say you're one of these people. To you, people who happen to have the same concepts are automatically "plagiarizes."
Really!?!!?!?! Identical concepts is fine!? So I can make a book about magic ninjas and call it Naruto without being licensed ? ! Oh, cool!
Bear in mind, Warhammer based some of its ideas on even earlier sources like Starship Troopers.
The book published in 1959 1st gave insight of Alien Bugs, which were the inspiration for Tyranids.
Not to mention Humans venturing into space in vast armies and regiments, becoming part of the inspiration for the Imperium.
So preaching about how Warhammer is a basis point is a tad ironic really.
Also, App post:
Name: Valryn
Gender: Male-ish?
Race: Phantom, Bound to a Fang of Vog.
Short bio: Once a great warrior cast down in his prime, Valryn was known for his unrelenting purgation of lives, through immolation. Anywhere he went, he would set the land ablaze with fire. When he was finally brought down & executed, his captors sought to use his spirit for their own ends, and bound his undying soul into a blade that fitted his previous lifestyle.
Not very pleased with his imprisonment, Valryn drove the minds of any that wielded him with ideals of sociopathy and arsen, hoping for them to relish in his old ways, so he could enjoy the passion of burning even though he could not pursue it himself. After a time, the descendants of the families who this blade had driven to the point of firey insanity, sealed the blade in a crypt, hoping it would remain untouched by the hands of warriors for the rest of days. The loneliness made Valryn three things to extremes. Bored, Insane, & Expectant.
Personality: Egotastical, Bordering crazy, Likes to burn things, Stubborn, Arrogant, Really likes to burn things, bossy toward its user, can be appeased by lighting candles oddly enough.
@Thin Or it could be sarcasm.
@Edolas I guess I could do a chapter for you. Won't make it today, but it's definitely accepted.
Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr........k-thoom!
Just like every corporate-owned elevator, the stops always ended with a little skip in the brakes; just another one of those quirks cost-effective Fiends had in mind when they built their corporate compounds. Rows and columns of outdoor cubicles scrunched up against the rim of the sidewalk, providing just enough room to avoid breaking safety protocol.
It's not like anyone could drive their cars in the streets centuries ago.
When Felicity arrived, her ears were instantly greeted with a chorus of mashed keyboards - some were literally being ripped in half out of pent-up frustration; others were to be recycled. Yet, just like the occasional Glorgo she saw moping on the floor, they all went to the Processing Facility.
Unlike most other Dark Cities, this one in particular was successful due to the monopolization of almost all sanitary effects and appliances. Ironically, those who bought their products instantly went bankrupt and let their cities become messy derelicts, while the Clæn Compound was untouched.
Except for Felicity, who was only lightly-dust coated.
[ALERT! ALERT! FOREIGN CONTAMINANT LOCATED. PROCEED TO EVACUA- IGNORE THIS MESSAGE; THERE IS NO CAUSE FOR CONCERN! CARRY ON! *BZZT*]
Instantly, while she was still staring off towards the soft thistle-tinted lights, she was assailed by a small quartet of extremely pale Devilites. A pale cream in color, they differed from the rest in the sense that they wanted little-to-nothing to do with the "dirty alien freaks"; their gates could only be accessed by trusted associates. Montague, fortunately, was one of them.
Among the short, spritely male workers, the oldest one in particular had a very similar appearance to the Isorans. He simply called himself Lee, and like his namesake, had a perfectly groomed full-beard akin to a certain Southern general. He was one of the few exceptions to the isolationist policies, and was also the first to introduce Felicity around.
"Ah, looking for work here?" chirped Lee as promptly jammed a vacuum onto her waist. She squirmed uncomfortably for a bit.
"Y-yeah. Father's kept me in here for far too long; I wanna see places...not just here, Moorcroft, and Haven. Like Amu-Sol."
Lee coughed.
"Amu-Sol's stocks were terminated several years ago. All that's left are squatters and a hole in the cryogenic machinery..."
"But they had monopolized every industry concerning with ice. That's a lot of money to be made, right?"
"No one has that technology to thaw all the ice without damaging the stratum. The Gremlins say it's a hands-off site. It will continue to be until their denizens follow protocol."
"...what about the Almiri- eep!"
Lee smacked a moist towelette on her face.
"You're clean. Only job left for today is to re-adjust the walls of the cubicles. I already did half of them; I'll split wages 80/20, alright?"
Yes, you heard right, viewers. Lee lived cheaply, but his upkeep costs were high regardless, due to age liability. Unfair pay-to-labor ratios were the norm for a company like this.
Felicity smiled, face glistening with appreciation as she quickly ran the towelette under her armpits and spine. That was a 1% raise compared to last time.
"Oh dear..." Lee mumbled as he checked his sleeve.
"Hand me a tweezer, will you? There's a speck of lint here I can't quite take out with these old hands..."
And yet, his apparent age was no older than 27.
I suppose I'm ready for more apps. I wonder if I can widen the story to more than three different perspectives at once...
Hey, all ^-^
I need a lot of catching up to do, mister/miss Vin. I've missed your works :)
Nice to see this might get going again. Looking forward to future updates! Maybe I'll start coming back to the forums more often now...
"Erm...alien..." a voice trumpeted nervously.
"Yessir?" Felicity responded without a second thought. She had just nudged the final cubicle into place without so much as even a scrape. Then again, lubrication does that.
She didn't mind the derogatory term; it was befitting of her to be called like so, even if she learned her first purrs in Moorcroft. The fact that she had a pale-cream complexion and stood at least a foot taller and fifty pounds less than her peers only confirmed she was not some deformed child.
"Our Overtimers are having difficulty managing our last CFO's articles, or more specifically, weapon. He acquired an...antique from the Lower Strati - Almirian in nature."
"I thought Fiends were good with spears and weapons of similar nature. Devilites especially." She turned towards the Devilite, a pale-white youngster standing at least two feet under her.
"That's a given, but the weapon in question is not one we have mastered the usage of; even our Trojan security sector struggled with grasping ahold of it."
"...I'm guessing this assignment is of a sensitive nature?" Felicity guessed. The Devilite blew a short note - a confirmation.
She grinned. Screw getting Lee's pay; this was going to be interesting AND high-pay.
~~~
I'll tear all of you to shreds! screamed Valryn as he flung his host, the Head of Security, at another Trojan. Unfortunately, his strike was blocked with relative ease; another damnable perk of the summoned Fiends.
Surrounding him was an easy task; keeping his flames at bay was different story entirely. Perks of clinging onto the olden ways, the massive Trojans employed metal whenever they were summoned from whichever world they came from. Given that their blades were massive in size and weight, combined with their heavy armor, that world could be expected to be terrible; Trojan legends depicted monsters of renown that petrified dozens at a glance of the eye, lured men into the sea, and sunk massive crafts into endless oceans.
That aside, the Trojans had left their world to serve under a complicated, fickle faction with worse problems than originally. Unluckily for the Trojans, there were much worse things here on Cradle.
Take for example, this.
Valryn, in another indignant outburst, spun around with his Fang. A sphere of flame, and with it an impressive explosion right after, did no real damage to the Trojans, save for the fact that a few of their shields were now permanent additions to their arms.
This, Felicity saw with great excitement as she approached the scene.
[ATTENTION FACULTY MEMBERS, PLEASE EVACUATE AREA O-12A. THE SITUATION WILL BE CONTAINED, OVER.]
The Trojans slowly began to back off, still blocking his escape into any of the various alleyways he might take. Felicity, on the other hand, approached the massive, Fang-wielding Trojan head-on.
IS THIS WHAT THEY SEND TO CONTAIN THE WARRIOR SECOND ONLY TO THE DUKE? A SPINELESS LASS?!
Valryn growled, then glowered, and burst out into another frenzy. He, in the form of his host that was literally overflowing with fire from the mouth and eyes, charged forward with his melted shield.
The battle, in that effect, had begun.
Pang!
Blam!
THUMP!!!
Valryn and Felicity, respectively, were blurs of orange and purple, a blazing torch shrouded in everlasting darkness. Where the tongues of flame licked, bursts of magenta-tinted anger replied back in kind, and scraps of metal went every which way.
Even with the Black Kat Cowl on, Felicity was struggling to keep up for so long. She wasn't a pushover, at least, but her usual engagements lasted well under a minute, if not a few seconds. And of course, she knew how to approach Trojans, but when this one in particular had the reflexes of a cornered dog, the tactics she had used so often previously before were just about useless.
One, two, and then yet another Big Angry went off, but no dice. The possessed Trojan's crystal didn't appear to be damaged in the least, despite going through what must've been now several earnestly placed explosives.
And so Felicity stood still, and waited for the Trojan to hit her.
As the Fang raked across Felicity's Mad Bomber suit, the serrated edge began to get caught within the tough, fireproof fibers. It wasn't exactly kevlar, for it was quadruply thick and twice as heavy, butif anything, it surpassed its ballistic-proof counterpart by a long shot. Felicity guessed that, while the blade was still stuck to her person, she could disarm the fiend if its weapon caught onto her armor.
She stuck a Big Angry into the Trojan's big hand and cranked the timer to 1 second.
The last thing she remembered about that fight, besides the searing pain in her chest, was that she was shooting a wry grin at the Trojan's stony face. A flash of pink covered her vision, and she blacked out.
~~~
"Curious...I thought I'd see somebody worth talking to."
"You...what did you do?! And what do you mean by someone?!"
"Worry not, little monkey. We're inside our host's head. You. And me. She can hear us right now, I'll have you know. And I meant I was expecting Vog, not some Almiria-"
"OUR host? You mean that girl?"
"Felicity. One of those, um...space sailors, to put it into your words. You've heard of them, right?"
"IMPOSSIBLE! HOW WOULD SOMEONE OF MY CALIBER, MY POWER BOW DOWN TO DEMONS LIKE THEM?!"
"And how are you speaking to a demon from another world? How could you speak to me right now? As far as I'm concerned, we're all strangers to one another. If anything, you (like me) underestimated them. They're made of tough stuff, tougher than you and me."
"And what gives you the right to say that?!"
"The fact that you Almirians walked into the same mistakes as we Kats did. Unleashed a power too strong to control, one that brought about the end of our civilizations. Though, the one you're speaking to is mainly the one at fault. Your instigator did it out of fear, like the lot of you, didn't he?"
"YOU DARE TO SPEAK OF HIS HIGHNESS LIKE SO?!"
"Yes, because for the past twenty years, he's been exploited and chipped apart by the very same people that have exploited and chipped apart me. Well, at least the wholler part of me. And they'll do the same to the Gremlins, as they've done themselves. It's nothing new, really..."
I CLAIM #201