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Pythosart In reply to KickOutSilence [2011-06-27 14:55:28 +0000 UTC]

Too right C:

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-08-27 22:22:28 +0000 UTC]

Wow. Really, wow. That's a lovely piece of music to go with a lovely piece of writing, I must say. I am seriously considering having a story-in-a-paragraph contest for my painting, seeing as I've gotten so many wonderful comments and back-stories for them.

I really love your idea of them being organic, living conglomerates of the AI machine mind and the centuries of plant growth. I also love that you're the only one who did not imply sadness for the living bot, but happiness that its companion will return and its remains will sere the forest. Lovely, really lovely.

Thank you so very much for the thought and creativity you put into that story. It means a lot to me.

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-27 22:36:00 +0000 UTC]

I'm glad that you like the song (: And that sounds like a nice idea : D At least people would need to use their creativity in a contest like that instead of just doodling... something :U

Oh, and thank you :3 I'm really glad to hear that <3
The image didn't seem sad to me but still, it's a funny thing that I was the only one to imply happiness in it o3o

You're very welcome :3

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-08-28 00:08:21 +0000 UTC]

Aw geez, I'm sorry, I pressed send too early on accident XD

I like making people actually use their creativity

It is funny, huh. Apparently my watchers are a bunch of angsties. That's fine, though, I don't care too much XD

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-28 00:54:08 +0000 UTC]

That's okay. And man, that's some good music 8D

So do I, but I never get those comments in which people have done so xD I guess where your watchers are angsy, mine are shallow. But it's okay, I like feeling special whenever I go see a deviation, write something out of an urge and see that no-one else has written too big of a story.
But then again, I'm a natural story-teller .D.

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-08-28 01:07:47 +0000 UTC]

Discovered yet another son just now. [link] This one's actually a legit song, too. Be nice for more of the angsty-art that my watchers seem to love so much XD I can't blame them, though. I like angst-art, too, if it's good.

I really adore a good story. What kinds of fiction are you into, then?

Not enough people write thoughtful comments. Most of the time, I just get a "That's really pretty!" or a "OMG u r so amazng!!1!one" and I replay with a thank you and it's all fine. It's better than a fave and run, but I'd still prefer a thoughtful comment, be it a critique, story, or link to something else (some people don't like these, but I don't mind unless it's "OMG it looks just like....!"). Mmmh

I would write more, but I like to know that I'll get a reply. Thus, I only comment on pieces that evoke a strong feeling within me and the artist actually replies to comments. If I do, I'll write a fucking essay and if I don't get a reply in return, I will be maaaaaaaad. XD That's why most of my writing power goes into debates. If you get into a heated conflict, you are almost guaranteed a reply.

I love coming up with stories. I do that a lot at night when I'm supposed to be falling asleep and it probably is one of the causes of my insomnia, but i don't care. I really enjoy thinking of characters and scenarios and suchlike just for fun, though I can rarely finish anything, even if I write it down. Gotta work on that...

Look at me, writing another essay XD

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DreamBurst In reply to Pythosart [2010-09-12 00:37:23 +0000 UTC]

This. This sums up me and my commenting. So much.

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Pythosart In reply to DreamBurst [2010-09-12 02:34:39 +0000 UTC]

What part? You mean the short comments or the need for replies?

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DreamBurst In reply to Pythosart [2010-09-12 02:45:00 +0000 UTC]

The comments received and the comments back part. I tend to do storytelling when making a creature. 8D

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Pythosart In reply to DreamBurst [2010-09-12 03:06:07 +0000 UTC]

XD me too. Though people asking questions helps immensely.

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DreamBurst In reply to Pythosart [2010-09-12 03:10:09 +0000 UTC]

YES.

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-28 01:36:22 +0000 UTC]

Oh, I almost forgot. I really get inspired by silent music.
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And I really love songs with deeper meanings and which are slightly more complex [link] [link] (sorry, these are in Finnish but they still have really nice melodies c: )

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-08-29 17:20:58 +0000 UTC]

I really like the first one. What makes it "silent" music?

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-29 18:47:01 +0000 UTC]

I'd say that the calmness and softness :3 I listen to it with low volume because it doesn't feel like the kind of a song that you're supposed to listen to with loud volume.

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-08-30 20:47:05 +0000 UTC]

I'm a loud music person. Maybe not in volume, but I really like "strong" music, with a good tempo and a lot of base.

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-30 20:59:26 +0000 UTC]

I listen to all sorts of music but I like the calm songs the most.
I also like "deep" melodies. They just have that something that attracts me. Especially if the melody gets more intense towards the end. <33

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-09-04 19:52:06 +0000 UTC]

Oh, I like it very much! I actually have yet to see Inception, but I'm going to see it on the iMAX tonight.

I really like the Half-Life 2 soundtrack , though the pieces are short. They're kind of exciting, in a way, and really add something to the gameplay.

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-28 01:28:20 +0000 UTC]

If I could, I would spend most my time going around the web, making up stories for the pictures I find c: Because the ideas just come from somewhere and whenever I see a picture that has even a bit of real emotion in it, I want to write.
I'm mostly into melancholic songs, although I write really complex stories that require thinking from the reader. Where the conversations flow like in real life- where some get interrupted, and the subject changes a lot.

I get those, too. The basic "cool" and "awesome" aren't really for me, I appreciate a long and interesting comment so much more. If it's a critique, it's a long plus, if it's a story, I could almost give a gift to show my appreciation. Fave and runners.. Well, they don't deserve me thanking them but I don't mind that too much either, at least they liked enough to fave. ...unless they're those mass-favers that have hundreds of thousands of faves that they never even saw well before hitting the button.

I love running a story inside my mind as a part of a movie, working on it so long that I could recall it inside-out and upside-down whilst sleeping. And I write books! 8D So far only three of them are finished and going to be rewritten, though. All in all I have 8 books.
When I sit down and start writing, having an actual inspiration, it's so very hard to stop. So far my record is 14 pages in a day and that record shall keep it's status for a looong time to come. But I don't mind, going through the story-bits and uniting them to a senseful story is what I want and so far it's made the stories of my character's so much more clear.
And oh, I love making stories to my characters 8D I can recall what's happened to them and when, what were their reactions and ...just about everything!

Hohohohohoho, two writers discussing. Soon we'll be writing whole chapters as replies xD

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-08-29 17:18:23 +0000 UTC]

I kind of do make up stories for the pictures I see, inside my head. I like it even more when an artist writes a little excerpt thing in their artist's comment. =kilara does that a lot, which is one of my many reasons for loving her as an artist. Actually, *DanilLovesFood 's art that was a commission from me apparently stirred up emotions in a bunch of his watchers. Not only that, but he managed to capture the feel I was going for precisely. The dream I was commissioning from was probably the best story-fodder I've ever come across, and I often use it as a setting for my nightly story-fest. Read the comment on this. I wrote my heart out and then ended up having to cut out some bit because I mooshed the comments section XD

I always thank for faves and watches, just out of courtesy. Although, I really don't like people who don't just fave and run, they watch and run, without even faving anything. I think they just look at my featured art and don't even bother to go through my gallery. I used to be a mass-faver, but I've become much more selective, lately.

Me too. Some days, I'll sit around and do nothing much and just think about a story I'm making up. It's great entertainment, better than TV or books in some cases. Although, TV, movies, and books often contribute to my big mind-closet of bits of story. I especially love scenes from Neil Gaiman's books. He's a fantastic descriptive author, and sometimes the settings themselves give me the shivers. As for movies and TV, I find that Doctor Who is probably the biggest inspiration for me. It's very complex, if a little cheesy in the special effects department (but hey, it's BBC, they can do whatever the hell they want.). Their writing is awesome, the characters are well developed, and the story-making itself is brilliant. Doctor Who is the only film-media to ever bring me to tears. Books can do that, but rarely. Music inspires me, too. Especially Paramore, they're great at creating moods.

I don't have the patience to write books. I've written a couple chapters before, but I always ended up getting stuck or bored or frustrated. Sometimes it's fun to just sit down and write a scene, though. I do that occasionally in my artist's comments. I find it relaxing and artistically stimulating. And fascinating, too sometimes. It seems like once I start writing, it just flows easily, and I don't really feel like I'm the one writing it. For me, writing feels like reading.

This is going to become an essay-fest, huh? We should publish this discussion in a book and sell it.

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-29 18:25:26 +0000 UTC]

Ty's stories are always a real pleasure to read :3 Although IU don't always understand everything and then I need to ask her things and get explanations and stories and things like that as an answer. I wish more people were like her and wrote things to go with their deviations, they really add to the emotion and the overall piece so much<:3
And that picture looks really good O: It made me smile, I don't even know why, but it did.
I couldn't read through the whole artist's description you had written there :C I haven't slept well for ages and concentrating's rather hard now. Fuse that to my adhd, ugh. Luckily I'm too tired to be hyperactive.
but I read the story and it was really interesting c:

I used to thank for faves and watches, now I only thank for watches(if they've faved at least one deviation or commented) because I might very well get half a hundred faves in a day. It's hard to keep track of which are fav 'n runners and which aren't :/

If anything contributes to my mind-set, it's books, as I don't watch tv. I don't own many movies that would be of the exact type my mind needs, as it's always something melancholic, deeply meaningfull, maybe even silent and beautiful that I seek for which most movies aren't. And then again, I need something with strong music and intensive scenes without unneccessary wit and shallowness, something that's real. I want to see pure things, no matter what they were like. Pure sadness, cruelty, sorrow, happiness, anything goes. Something that makes you smile but doesn't force you to laugh and what stays in your mind for weeks instead of hours after you've seen the movie. Those are the kind of things that I want to include to the twisted and dark world my books live in. And although my style of writing is ridiculously complex, handling multpile moods at the same time, it always have the deeper moods hidden below everything else, which is what I want people to find. I want the books to be special for those people who can see the hidden emotions in the scenes and grow attached to the characters as if they were real people. Because to me they are real, not physically in this world, but maybe in another one. I happen to believe in the theory of the 11th dimension which is your imagination where everything you've ever imagined, is true. Silly or not, I love the idea. It's all inside your head, inside the hidden reality deep within your imagination c:>
I always work hard with my characters. It's taken years to develop the characters to be who they are with all their weaknesses, tempers, mind-sets, everything. I cannot say that I like any of my characters before they're believable.
This went a bit out the context, sorry 'bout that but I just felt the need to write it down.

I'm patient enough to wait for little things for years and patient enough to use such long times to my books and characters. To me every chapter is a whole new story and adventure, no matter what it was like. Even the chapters that feel too boring and shallow, that don't have much in them. I can always rewrite those and usually will.
And I know that feeling c: When I write, it feels like the text I write isn't anything that I would ever say or write, yet it's me handling the pen.
I also tend to give a mood to the things that I write, for example, this conversation's about two people who're sitting at a campfire in a dark, yet a bit warm night in an untouched, thousands of years old forest. Both are speaking with a slightly silent, calm and somewhat longing voice, sounding more like two storytellers were both telling their own tales to each others. Their words become more powerful as they tell about something they have deep feelings about, much like when you're telling about somethign that changed the world forever.

...I like writing a bit too much.

Heh, the replies only keep on getting longer. Maybe we should publish the comments to show people what happens when two artists meet.

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-08-30 22:39:26 +0000 UTC]

Seriously. it's one thing to have a visual imagination and skill at portraying it, and another entirely to have literary creativity at the same time. A good story bit can raise the level of impact for a piece by several units-which-have-no-name. I know my little summary thing is long and convoluted XD. I get carried away easily :U especially when it comes to writing. I once wrote a story for a competition at school and was disqualified because it was too long. I was so mad. -RAAAAAAGE-

My English teacher kept a copy of it, though C:

I've got 145 activity messages in my inbox since yesterday, and I decided that writing to you would be better by far than being polite at the fave'n'runners. To ease my message checking, I no longer bother to say thanks to people who don't reply to comments.

I'm pretty well-rounded when it comes to media. I don't watch much TV, but I do keep up with shows via YouTube or Netflix. Books are always the best, though. Again, I'm pretty open to genres. I like a book with a decent amount of depth, lots of descriptive parts, some humor, and plenty of sad/suspenseful bits. I also love a character with lots of vim and vigor and maybe a bit of vinegar, if you know what I mean. Usually, I like a fair amount of adventure and thrill, spiked with intense conflict and maybe a sad scene or two. The best thing is a book that can keep me on edge, even after reading it for the fifth time.
As far as movies go, my tastes are much the same. I like creativity, action, humor, suspense, and sadness. If a film can move me to tears, I will remember it forever, because very few movies or even books have accomplished that. It is very, very rare for me to cry for a film, but it has happened before. On the other end of the spectrum, if a film can fire up the artsy engines, I'll be happy for months to come. That's one of my reasons for loving Avatar so much. It may not be the most creative of screenplays, but the wildlife had my creativity meter through the roof. I wanted to create, and that's a brilliant feeling.

I am of the belief that everything exists somewhere and everything will happen at some point, so why not now? An author who can give their characters life truly has a gift. Even more so if those characters are loved and respected and worried for by their fans. JK Rowling accomplished just that, even before the Harry Potter films came out, and props to her for that. I've never been much of a character creator. I always seem to be trying too hard to make them alive and multifaceted.

Speaking of beliefs, I believe that the "Heaven" and "Hell" experienced after death are the world you build in your mind during your life. Like when you die, your mind collapses on itself and you become the creator entity or an inhabitant of that world, possibly depending on who you were in life. Artists and creative people in general would probably become more of the "creator" type, watching over the birth and life of their world, maybe tweaking bits. "Heaven" or "Hell" would depend on the type of person you are. I like to think of it as "you get what you think you deserve". The perfect reward and the perfect punishment.

That's part of the reason I'm devoting so much of my attention to my fictional world of Toria. It may not be so fictional after a while.

Sometimes, wishes seem real. I've noticed something odd about myself that no one else seems to have. When I daydream, namely of being a shapeshifter or being capable of creating functional objects simply by imagining them, it feels less like an "I wish I could-" and more like an "I can't wait until-". Some people may think it's sad that I'll "never get what I'm dreaming of", some may be believers in things like that happening, but I personally think it's fantastic. My daydreams or premonitions (I sure hope it's the latter) keep me going. I don't know what I'd do if I stopped believing in them, at least half way.

Your little story excerpt actually portrays my feeling about this discussion. I get that same mood and setting from this. Brilliant, how the mind works. We should collaborate on a story sometime.

Speaking of stories, tell me what kind of scene you'd write for this setting I've had sitting in my mind since last night. I didn't get much sleep, so I storied away into the wee hours of the morning. This is what I came up with. Again, using my dream-scene with the mysterious towers.

Anywho, here goes.


The first thing I noticed about the darkened moor was the silence. Dead, muffling, choking silence that cloaked the endless field like a fog, though the air was crystal clear. The plain itself was vast, stretching out before me as far as the eye could see, and farther. Behind me rose a natural stone wall, holding the doorway through which I had come. The wall itself curved off into the distance, like a bastion protecting the silent moor from the void surrounding it. There was nowhere to go but forward, into the twilit grayness ahead.
After hours of tramping through the perfectly cropped grass, my head began to slump onto my chest. The bullet wound in my left shoulder throbbed and my eyes stung with exhaustion, though miraculously, my hunger had vanished. It must have been well over twelve hours since I set out from the wall but, peering at the sky, no sun or moon had risen. In fact, there was no sign that any time had passed at all. The bulbous clouds far above showed no sign of clearing, either, allowing only the eerie purplish light of the dead plains to filter through. I heaved a sigh and glanced back at the distant horizon as my sight dropped back towards my toes, then snapped back up. There, no more than a mile away, was a light. It looked like a city or gargantuan plant, with points of blue light streaming up into the sky. What could it be?
Deciding that anything was better than the dreary moor, I quickened my pace, exhaustion forgotten. After what seemed to be only minutes, I was before the gates of what could only be described as a city. It was encircled by a low wall, only a few feet high, with the same grass inside, right up tho the sides of the shapes I presumed to be buildings. I hesitated, suddenly unsure of myself, though I had no reason to fear the city before me. My mind was made up for me when, from the distant dark all around, a low keening sounded, like the collective voice of a hunter droid pack. If they were hunters sent to recapture me, I certainly wasn't waiting for them to catch up.
Vaulting over the wall. I landed with a thud and a whimper as my shoulder was jarred by the landing. Not pausing to nurse it, I crept into the space between the gargantuan structures. They were truly massive, reaching high into the heavens above. Their dark forms would seem like openings into the pitch dark of the Void, were it not for the double row of blue lights running up either side. The keening sounded again, louder this time. Hastily, I reached for the tower's side, hoping to find a hidden entrance. My hand brushed, the tower, and I recoiled instantly. It had moved under my touch. Not only that, but I had assumed that the structures were made from some light-absorbent metal, which should be quite cold and rough. The tower's side was slick like ice, but the same temperature as the lukewarm air. I placed my hand against it once again, this time prepared for its strangeness. The surface of the building, for want of a better word, pulsed like the skin of a living thing. An electric tingle coursed up my arm, causing me to shiver. Swallowing my fear, I tried my best to convince myself that it was only a building and continued groping along its invisible side for a doorway. Within seconds, I was granted with success. A portion of the wall illuminated itself, just enough to make out the outline of a normal-sized doorway.
Without warning, the raucous clicking laughter of a hunter droid emanated from just outside the gate. I had been spotted! I flung myself through the doorway, landing on my back. My head snapped up just in time to see the razor sharp arm of a hunter droid slashing down towards my chest, and the black material of the tower closing like oil over the machine.


To be continued! Hopefully with your aid, if you're willing.

We really need to publish a book. "When Artists Collide".

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-31 00:47:35 +0000 UTC]

I was always more of a writer than an artist. I wrote books when my scribblings still looked like something anine year old would do and got told that they were good. Now that I return to them and read them, I can only see many twists in the plot, the many character whom all have their own personalities and stories and how cold and cruel the world they live in, is. And to think that my first book was written by a mere thirteen year old who shouldn't yet be even reading books with so much death, conspiracy and sadness. Sure it havs the humorous parts but when you read it, you keep on noticing how twisted the book is. And I'm not even going to get started with the D2M. I just almost made Phil pass out by writing him a scene from the book.
I've wanted to take part in the national writing contests, my only problem is that if I did, I would have to squeeze some of my books into a bit over a hundred pages which is just... impossible. I feel like I write too short chapters already, leaving the books too short. And those books have each about 300-400 pages (D2M has 300 but I'm rewriting it and adding so much extra that it's going to have another hundred pages) which... is just impossible to be shrunken that much. >:/
I could always write another book, though. I'd have about half a year and D2M was written in four months.

A good friend of mine wanted the copy of the book to herself so I sent her the file : D And she fell in love with one of the characters so deeply that I even dedicated them to her! .D.

I only have your message in my inbox. I delete my messages faster than you can spell cat and don't do much art that made people comment anyways. Neither do people even fave my personal works so I'm pretty much left alone.
I'm glad that replying to me is worth your time :3

I just mostly read the fantasy books I have. Dragonlance series, LotR, Potters(again and again, the original versions are just so delightful unlike the FInnish ones that lack the touch of the original writer) and the books I sometimes borrow form the library. Although I read more science magazines and studies than books these days(I will never stop loving science), I still try to grab a book and go through it every once in a while. I've found the best way being to just take the book to the toilet and then spending that damned half an hour there because I can't stop reading. I do pick the books I read, though, and don't always bother to read the books of certain writers whether they belonged to a certain series or not. I've found that Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman are great writers as well, even if they tend to overly romantice things.
My taste in movies is pretty well-rounded. I watch all sorts of movies (although you won't find more than one comedy amongst the 75 movies I have and even that... I never watch, it's too shallow for me. I don't really like American movies, as they're often a bit too shallow for me or then they have too much "humor" that's trying to force you to laugh unlike the humor we have around here. I look fot the movies that tell things as they are. Movies in which life is cruel like in reality and which might not have a happy ending. And although I might cry a lot whilst watching movies (now that I think about it, I tend to watch the the same movies in which I cry and then think I cry in every movie...), I only remember those that have touched me deep. And the movies that are done together with Finns and Swedes tend to be so natural and tell about life so well that you can only sit silently and stare as the scenes flow by. This one movie, "The best of the mothers", didn't have a good ending at all. It told about how a small boy got sent to Sweden amoungst with others during the WW2 (they sent hundreds of thousands of children there to safety) and how he learned to love the family he lived in so deeply that when he came back to Finland, his own mother never felt like his mother anymore. In the end he's an old man and visiting his mother before going to Sweden to the burial of the Swedish mother.
Oh, and Avatar! I keep on watching that movie over and over again because of it's beautiful renderition and the animals they have in there. One of my deepest wishes is to become a hunter and just live in the mountains, hunting my own food, leading a very simple life, and the Na'vi pretty much lead the kind of life I would love to live. I love nature so much and Pandora's just... It'd be a dream come true D: Being wild, living in the great forests unharmed by humans. Being free.I tried to create things after seeing that movie but somehow those things, even if they were nice and different, didn't feel like they were a part of me. I guess I'm only good at creating things that are born form my very own mind only. *sigh* I used to create so much more things when I weren't in Da yet, I just didn't have to think whether or not something I made was similar to something someone else had made. I didn't get accused of stealing all the time.

That is a fantastic belief. And true, an author who can make characters live, has a greater gift than what most can even imagine. It's one thing reading about characters and seeing them as real but being the creator, learning something new of the characters every day, seeing them with the eyes of theis soul, being seeply attached to them is something so... gah, I don't find words that could describe what it's like! It's just something you can't explain.

I made myself a hell some years ago. I could never believe of the basic belief of the Heaven and Hell so I picked the one that felt like the better place and started developing the idea. And the Hell in my imagination is a pure land, a planet full of life. The mountains in there are so high that no man could ever climb them, dedicated only to those who can reach such hights. That's the birthplace of all my species and that's where every last one of them will eventually end up into. And if that place is where I'll end up in, I will search so long that I'll find my beloved characters.

When I daydream of flying or suddenly gaining the ability to shapeshift myself into anything or create objects out of nowhere(we seem to share that part), it feels like those are things that I could actually be able to do but haven't just gotten granted the gift to. Like someone held those "powers" low enough for me to nearly touch them if I reached high enough, yet high enough for me to never really grasp them. I believe that real magic exists but is so hard to control that only a few can succeed in that. If even those. And if you succeed, it's most likely an accident. I know no-one ever feels anything when I tell them about the memory-stick I had. I always had to go under the table to be able to plug it into the computer and I usually pulled it off from it's string using my toes. And one day when I pulled it off, I could feel the string suddenly getting lighter and when I looked at it, the card wasn't hanging form it. I took it off, checked it through many times, tried to pulling both sides apart to see whether the stick around which I had tied the string could get loose enough for me to deattach the string but no matter what I did, there was no possibility of the string being able to be taken off without opening the knot. And the string still was in a knot. I tried many times to pull the string off the stick, from multiple angles, hard and gently but it never showed a sign of being able to be pulled out.
That must feel dumb and like it's absolutely nothing but for me it was pretty weird, new and magical.

And when I think of my characters... They just seem so real! I can recall every last feature, every freckle and mole in their body, what their voice sounds like, the accent they have, just everything, and it drives me insane to think that I'll never be able to meet them. I love them like they were my children, they mean the whole world to me. Be it insanity or not, they're more real to me as most people on this planet. And if anyone came to tell me that there's no way they existed in any level, they would be lying. If you and me exist, so do they.

My style of writing's very different form yours but here goes!


I rose up, trying to squint my eyes in the total darkness, not able to recover even a bit of my sight. The tower around me was so silent that I could hear my heartbeats echoing from the walls, fliing the room with a twisted sound of thumping, sounding more like footstseps in the dark than my own heart. And now that I couldn't see or hear anything more than the silent, steady thumping, my mind started playing it's tricks. I took a step backwards, hearing the room answer to the silent noice my clothes made with a sound that sounded like an animal that was preparing to attack me. When I took another step, this time faster, the echo was nothing more than a crack in the silence. I turned around, causing a sound that resembled wind and before I could realize it myself, the room exploded into a sunset on a hilltop. I pressed my eyes close in the sudden light, covering my face with my hands, waiting for something to happen and waited. A short time passed without even a sound and finally I was brave enough to open my eyes, finding myself from a world of red and yellow, orange, golden, brown... All the warm shades I could think of were decorating the flaming sunset and the grass that was waving silently in the nearly nonexistent wind. The air was light, yet so thick that I could nearly feel it against my skin and as I pulled my lungs full of it, I noticed that it tasted good, fresh... More real than anything I had ever tasted.
I lifted my left hand, trying to touch the view, not noticing how the grass made a slight wave as I did. I trned around many times, looking all around in the empty world, on the hilltop that seemed to be the center of everything there. The ground was flat as far as I could see, feeling so unsafe compared to this hill.
I took a deep breath and the wind gently stroked my skin as I did, pulled together all my courage and took a fes steps arount. Not thinking that this could be anything but real, I walked around, feeling the endless warmth around me.
And then I found myself run into a wall. I hit my head on the cold, sleek steel which gave slightly away, fell seeing the room collapsing into darkness again. A moment passes when I could only rub my eyes and wonder whether the sight had been real or not. I pulled myself up and started walking along the side of the wall, making sure that I wouldn't run into any more of these weird sights, even if they faschinated me in a way not many things had for a long time. But as soon as I finished the wish in my mind, a blue light fles across the room, setting the wall I had been leaning to, on fire. The flames first surrounded me, retreating fast and fusing themselves to the wall. Not a second had I felt any changs in the temperature, not a second did it burn, yet when I looked at my clothes, I could see them been burnt black as death. I stared at the blue light as if it was my only comfort in this dark world. I tried to touch it, too, only to notice how it looked and felt now to be coming from behind a thin layer of glass, emitting light, yet having my hand lay a shadow in it. It was pulsing with the rhythm of my heart, now turning warm against my palm. This must've been the outer light of the building, even if it didn't look like it could be more than strange light emitted by the wall itself.
I pressed myself against the warmth, standing there for a long time. I felt good, I felt safe.

And then I heard a voice form the darkness.


This is getting pretty damn interesting! O8

It would be fantastic. And even more if people would get reall interested about it!

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-09-04 19:44:44 +0000 UTC]

Haah, I was never much of a writer. I've always been very literate and had a huge vocabulary for my age, plus an IQ of 147 (from a legit test administered by a psychologist, not some online shit), but I've never been much of a writer and never done too well in school. Go figure.

I've also always had a taste for more whimsical stories. I do enjoy melancholic scenes, and particularly suspenseful ones, but I really prefer to have a good deal of comic relief and material to make certain characters lovable. Unfortunately, I seem to have the "My favorite character always dies" infection going on. Damn it. Though I must admit, messing with Phil is fun.

My genres of choice have always been action/adventure with lots of sci-fi and/or fantasy to go along.

Haha I know what you mean. Squeezing all your ideas into a small amount of writing, especially with a time limit is unbelievably difficult and frustrating. I often have a problem with essays because of this. Just this month, I had to do a 500-700 word DBQ for AP US History. I ended up with 940-some words, and had to seriously butcher my essay to keep from losing points. My teacher is really strict about word count, for some reason D:

I occasionally fall in love with a character. For example, Terry Pratchett's werewolf copper Sergeant Angua. Well, I wouldn't say "fell in love with the character" so much as identified with her. I love characters that I can see myself in. That's a brilliant feeling. It makes a story more personal. Speaking of Terry Pratchett and his characters, I love many of them. Aziraphale and Crowley, Tiffany Aching, Angua, Death, Susan Sto Helit, Lord Vetinari, Sam Vimes, Miss Alice Band, and many more. I highly recommend the Discworld series. It's very humorous writing, but it really forces one to see the world differently.

Anywho, book recommendations~

Not in any particular order

Good Omens- Single Novel- Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
American Gods- Single Novel- Neil Gaiman
Fragile Things- Short Stories- Neil Gaiman
Stardust- Single Novel- Neil Gaiman
Coraline- Single Novel- Neil Gaiman
Interworld- Potential series start- Neil Gaiman
Monstrous Regiment- Discworld Series- Terry Pratchett
Going Postal -Discworld Series- Terry Pratchett
The Art of Discworld - Artbook- Terry Pratchett and Paul Kidby
The Ragwitch- Single Novel- Garth Nix
Sabriel- Abhorsen Series Start- Garth Nix
Across The Wall -Short Stories- Garth Nix
Mister Monday- Keys to the Kingdom Series Start- Garth Nix
Dune: The Butlerian Jihad- Dune Series- Brian Herbert
The Cry of the Icemark- Icemark Series Start- Stuart Hill

There are lots more, but I'll let you find out for yourself!

Haha I know the whole "Oh my god I can't believe I was on the toilet for half an hour" feeling. I always make the mistake of taking a book with me to the toilet or to breakfast (I'm the first one up in my house, so i eat alone). I've made myself late for school more than once that way.

I've always had a pretty wide interest in movies, but I still prefer whimsical adventure films to reality. Chick flicks annoy me, I won't even go there. I have a taste for British movies more than American ones, for sure, but there are a few American films I adore. If you like realistic, life-as-it-is movies, I'd recommend Freedom Writers. It's actually quite a controversial film, for obvious reasons, and I've heard it compared to cilantro ( XD ) : you either like it or you don't. For a lighter-hearted life movie, Amelie is simply brilliant. It's certainly the "feel-good movie of the year" for a damn good reason, and I personally have thoroughly enjoyed every second of it every time I watched it. It's even better if you have a basic education in French.

I would love to live in a world like Pandora, but maybe not in the hunter-gatherer sort of way. I'm a born and bred city girl, and I like my creature comforts. I've always had a taste for the industrial, which is probably why I create so many mechanized aspects to my personal world. Steampunk is really my thing, and has been for a long time, even though I hadn't had a name for it until a little while ago. I've promised myself that if I ever get super-duper rich, I'm building myself a personal airship. It'd be like a houseboat, but in the sky. 8D

Joining dA has had its advantages and disadvantages for me. On the one hand, I've gotten so much better at drawing in and of itself. My anatomy has improved drastically, and I no longer just draw wolves and anthros. I'd probably be a furry by now if not for dA. It's also earned me some cash from commissions and suchlike, and I'm surprisingly well known already by the people at the anime conventions I attend. On the other hand, I've been accused of stealing, copying, tracing, etc. several times. Particularly from some of the well-known dragon artists here. I've been called a "Shin-clone" more than once, too. It's also annoying having to deal with the stupid people that come hand-in-hand with any social networking site. Nobody reads instructions anymore. Fortunately for me, the dArama that annoys so many people really doesn't bother me in the least. I quite like it, actually. I love a heated argument.

My Post-mortem world is pretty much a conglomeration of all the ideas I've had and taken the time to develop. It would be an interesting place, for sure. The scenery would change dramatically from one place to another. You'd have the vast prairies of Toria, the industrial steam-driven cities of my daydreams, the crystalline mountains of a yet undeveloped world, and the dark plains with the living towers.

It's much the same with me. I feel like the power is there, I just can't reach it yet. I still feel like I will be able to grasp it at some point, but that time hasn't come yet. I also don't believe in coincidences. It seems to me that there is order in the universe, and that everything happens for a reason. On top of that, fairly often, I'll be listening to my iPod on shuffle and I'll be thinking of a song, and it'll come on, just like that! That's odd, considering the fact that I've got it set to shuffle and I have over 600 songs in my library. Not only that, but it's a very frequent occurrence. I seem to be good at flipping to exactly the right page in a textbook upon opening it, anticipating things before they happen, figuring out passwords, reading people, and finding undiscovered bits in books I've read a hundred times.

I'm also a big believer in karma. I find that things really do come back to bite you eventually.

On the lives of characters, they're not quite so tangible to me, but seem just as alive. From what I can tell, the universe is big, and the multiverse is bigger, so everything exists somewhere. There's too much stuff for everything not to exist somewhere and somewhen.

Wow, I've got to say, that was unexpected! This little story thing seems to be proceeding rather like many of my dreams. Let's see how far we can take it, eh? Unfortunately I'm not feeling too creative right now, but I'll do my best. Here goes.

"And then I heard a voice from the darkness-"
Or rather, I saw a voice from the darkness. There was no audible sound, but a meaning pushed its way into my mind from outside. It was as if an invisible hand had written in invisible text in the dark behind the eyes. A single meaning.

Follow.

The light filling the wall I had pressed myself against writhed and contracted into a perfectly straight line extending from where my heart beat against the pulsing wall off into the darkness. Gingerly, I felt my way along the line to its end. Upon reaching it, the line quivered and extended into the outline of a human-sized box. The wall inside the contours of the shape dissolved, retracting into an even deeper darkness.

Follow.

A single wavering droplet of blue light detached itself from the outline and flung itself forward, splashing like water onto a previously invisible surface. Its light spread rapidly, flowing into a rectangle. It was quickly followed by yet more droplets of light, which splashed into more rectangles arranged into a cohesive pattern. A stair, winding upwards past the edges of sight. Swallowing my nervousness, I stepped up onto the flight. The stair clicked like glass under my hob-nailed boot, a welcome sound in the silence. Suddenly filling with courage, I forged ahead, clicking my way up the glowing panes of light.
Suddenly, my wounded shoulder twinged fiercely. I had forgotten about it in the excitement, but now it seemed all too real. One of the fiery blue lights from the doorway materialized and whirled around me, bouncing as if in a panic. Still dancing, it extended pseudopod-like filaments, with which it touched my shoulder and pointed back behind me, its main body flickering between bright blue and purple.
-clickclickclickclick- Something was making rapid progress up the stairway behind me! Whipping around, I caught a glimpse of metal before the thing was upon me. It was a hunter-droid! The one that had nearly made it into the tower behind me. It had gotten in somehow, but obviously at the cost of its own sanity. Pinned under it, I could clearly see warning lights flashing behind its twitching eye, and its bladed weapon arms were severely mangled.
A loud crack sounded from below, startling me from my efforts at pushing the malfunctioning robot off of my chest. It started, then pushed itself up on its remaining limbs and scuttled up the stairs above me, at a greater speed than it had come. The cracking sounded again, motivating me to pick myself and carry on after the fleeing robot. What ever was down there had managed to maim a powerfully armed robot, and I did not want to meet it.


That's all I've got. I kind of stared at that last bit for five minutes before giving up XD I hope you have better luck than I do.

I'm sorry I'm taking so long to reply, I usually only have time on weekends D:

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-09-05 02:41:59 +0000 UTC]

I don't have a number for my IQ :C But my psychologist always told me how "you're abonormally smart although your social intelligence is nonexistentlol". Mean.
I've always been descend at school buuut... I never did homework nor did I do anything school-related outside school or even read the books. It was just too boring to me (got diagnosed with severe adhd later) but I was always good at writing stuff. I wrote my first book when I was just thirteen, haha.

I've got characters that become the comic relief of the book at points (like Vincent who does all sorts of idiotic stuff when he's drunken) and then I have the random conversations. You can't really read many of those from my books without laughing, they're just so random, weird and ...yeah, funny 8D I also love explaining things in a funny way <3
I'd copypasta some here but they're long as hell.


I hate teachers like that. Our English teacher was a demon when it came to that. "You can only write 10% more words than the 150 this essay allows and you have to write them big and clear and to every 2nd row because I'm too lazy to put glasses on and read."
Everyone hated her. But she was... ehm, well, a teacher straight from hell anyway.

I've "fallen in love" with many of my characters D: They all have at least a bit of me, some less, some more, and some of them feel so real that you could nearly touch them. I get pretty attached to them when I write and read ad sometimes my obsession just grows too large B/
I've heard a lot of talking about Pratchet, maybe I should really check them out. Yush, I think I will, the next time I go to the library.

Thanks for the recommendations, I'll write them down 8D

Oh! I have Amelie! I just watched it the day before yesterday! 8D It's one of my all-time favorites <3 The French just know how to make brilliant and she's a really talented actress.
I like British, French, Finnish and well, other European movies a lot. The American films are almost always too shallow for me and they always have a happy ending. I absolutely hate it how everything ends in a cilché, cheesy, unnaturally happy ending that makes you want to throw up. I also hate it how the main character never dies. Even in one of my books, both the main characters died in the end.
And the movies with "bad" endings can be just as good(often better, tho) as those with oh so good endings. I like the movies which have endings that are both good and bad, complicated, in which you can't tell how it really is.
I think I'll check the Freedom Writers out, too c:

I'd just be a hunter-gatherer and enjoy the simple things in life cB It'd be so lovely!
Steampunk, eh? I've seen some Steampunk things and I've never found them my thing, even though I like mechanized things. I like to create futuristic electronics, though, and see how they would work, make them as possible as I can. For example, one of my biggest projects on the Galk-electronics has been the hoverboard and the other one the cellphone. Aren't as simple as I would like them to be B/ But it's my problem, I was the one wanting them to function in a certain way and to have certain features to them.

For me, Da's advantages have been money, skills, those few friends I have and Philip c: I've gotten so much better after I realized that realism is what I want to go for, there's so much to reference, so much good artists and so on. And there are friendly people, people who have brains, too, and those who share similar wasy of thinking with me. I really hate having a conversation with someone who's not as smart as I am because they rarely ever understand what I say and are often so goddamn shallow. But sometimes I run into people who I can have a good conversation with : D Like you, and that's one of the things I love in this site.
I hate Darama because I have so many enemies :U I say something wrong, there's a hundred people at me. It's not funny, it takes time to get through it and it's stupid. I can deal a few people but douzens and douzens... just.... no.

My worls is a hostile planet which is trying to survive under the pressure of over-sivilization by humans, the wars they wage between each others and the Galk and which is the home for so many intelligent species. There are the elves, the Galk, Shiyus and humans, dragons and all sorts of somewhat intelligent creatures. Not easy, not easy.
And because I'm a realism-whore, I'm goign as far as to create the plate-tektonics, wind-currencies, sea currencies, all those things to the world.
I can only wait with horror when I've gotten Nouyikk designed... Because then there's going to be Angethe. A whole goddamn other planet that has to be built from scraps, I haven't yet dedicated a single thought to it. This.... this is gonna suck so much.

Things like that nearly never happen to me :C I've only few times flipped to the exact page, even though I always flip near, I'm not good with the passwords and although I do find new things from books I've read, everything just seems to be a coincidense. Maybe we both are ruled by different realms |B

I wonder one thing about Karma. Does it keep things in a similar light no matter who does them or is it dependant on the person's own views? If a person steals but can't possibly understand that it's wrong, will they have something bad happen at some point or not?

That's interseting! 8D I feel rather... hyperactive at the moment but perhaps I can calm down enough to write something.
No, wait, I just cleaned my kitchen, I should be calm enough now.


I ran as fast as I could, trying to stop looking behind as the cracking sound kept on coming back, getting louder and louder. Suddenly the robot stopped, turning its head back and looked at something below us. I had to do the same, just to realize how the wall near the stairs was now flaming in a more hostile blue, filled with cracks, growing outwards. Whatever was happening, I couldn't let myself wait for it so I turned back up and kept on running past the robot that was still looking down. I didn't get far before I started hearing the clicking sound again as it kept on moving, this time even faster.
I felt something warm against my neck, something small. I tried to touch it with my hand, feeling a now so glass-like surface of the small pod. Why was it still here? I wanted to know why such a calm place had turned into a chaos all so sudden, so soon, but I couldn't think clealy enough. I was getting tired from running.
Suddenly there was an ear-shattering loud crack, sounding like the whole building itself had been torn apart. I could hear the clicking sound from the robot's movements getting faster, louder, and it hurried before me whilst making silent, creaking noises. The bot was poking my neck, running up and down my arm with its multiple symbols shining like stars. It wanted me to look down or so I thought and as I stopped and laid my eyes on the floor so far below me, I could see a large, blue creaturestaring right back at me. It shone its hostile blue, turned its head at the bot that was trying to escape with all its speed, getting further and further every second. A loud clicking sound followed and I noticed a large limb reached at a wall, looking like it grew in there. The creature placed more arms on the wall, starting to pull itself up faster than I had thought it could. It climbed steadily, a click at a time, followed by a cracking sound, and kept its one large eye on the robot. I started running again, closer to the wall, not knowing what would now happen.
To my surprise the creature that looked like solid class from close, didn't pay any attention to me but kept on going up past me, somewhere towards the end of the tower where a silent, fast clicking noise followed the fleeing robot.I could hear a screeching noise the robot had started to keep as it realized how little chanses it had against this large threat. I finally stopped running, knowing that I could never reach those two and stared up where the robot had started running down, then back up, to avoid the creature getting it, keeping a horrendous screeching noise. The bot on my shoulder pressed itself against my skin, wanted to crawl deeper to the safety, shaking a little and I wondered what it was afraid of, the robot, the creature or the fact that the creature was hunting the robot. What if it would turn to us when it had finished doing whatever it was to do with the screeching pile of metal? I kept on staring, the robot kept on running until it finally stopped and for one hesitant second I thought that it was a goner.

Then it jumped.

I think I had an okay luck This is so interesting! c8

And I don't mind, your replies are nice and relaxing, interesting to read. They're worth waiting a moment :3

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-09-19 21:53:13 +0000 UTC]

Oh man, I really want to continue this discussion, but I'm never on long enough to type it all. I actually just got halfway finished typing my reply and then accidentally closed Firefox x.x

Anywho, I'll just continue writing the story, because it's way fun.


The hunter droid plunged into the yawning abyss below me, barely managing to switch on its emergency flight engines before being dashed to pieces on the stair below. The huge glass-beast fixed its dull red gaze on the descending object, still out of its reach, and slowly uncurled one of its several appendages, revealing a set of wickedly curved talons. Almost lazily, it swatted the floating robot out of the air and into a gaping maw.
The glass pod on my shoulder tugged at my shirt, urging me on up the stairs as the the beast below finished its metal meal. I snapped out of gazing at the massive creature and continued jogging up the stair. I could now make out a faint square of a different color above me. The sky! I was just two turns of the staircase away from it, I'd surely make it before the glass beast got to m-
With astonishing speed, I was whipped off my feet, being dragged backwards down the staircase by something with enormous strength. I turned to face the glass-beast's galaxy-like eye. It opened its huge mouth a crack, vapors seeping out between long black teeth. This was it, I had only seconds before joining my robot enemy in the beast's glass stomach.
Suddenly, it swung around and snapped at something I couldn't see. It dropped me and did an about-turn to swat at its invisible enemy. There was an audible crack as one of the beast's flailing arms seemed to connect with its target, and a shape flickered into visibility, tumbling through the air towards me. It looked like it would miss the stair and plunge into the void below, but it swerved at the last moment and smacked into the stairway four steps above me, swearing loudly.
The dark shape unfolded and a young man stood up, dusting off a black waistcoat. He looked down at me, apparently noticing me for the first time.
"Oh, hello there. Run, just run. You're close enough to the exit and my ship'll take care of you once you're up there. I'm Kinf. Off you go."
A pair of bronze and black cloth wings snapped out from his back and there was the whine of a flight engine, then a fizz and the descending hum of the engine slowing.
"No, no, don't DO that! Ugh, gotta do this the hard way. What are you still doing here?"


HRAGH I keep getting stuck D:

Anywho, felt like introducing another character. Good luck and have fun!

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-10-04 15:16:30 +0000 UTC]

This reply is so late that I should be ashamed to death.

And damn, that sometimes happens to me :U That or then I try pressing the numbers while not having numlock on and the browser goes to another page, deleting everything.... >:I

So time to continue on the storyyyyyy!

The man jumped towards the beast, pulling something from inside his jacket. I didn't get to see what it was when it already sent off a round, blue and nearly transparent blast that burst in the air, creating an ear-ripping loud crack which seemed to confuse the beast. It turned around a few times before its red eye focused on the spot where Kinf had stood just a few seconds before. Now it started spinning around, desperately trying to find its enemy who was nowhere to be seen. Or so it thought.
Kinf had used his chance and crawled below the beast, now cutting its glass stomach with a strange, pen-looking item. Before the monster managed tp notice this, it was already too late. Kinf yelled at me again, telling me to run and shoved his hand inside the beast's stomach, pulling out something and completely stopping it. He crawled form under the beast as fast as he could, grabbed my shirt and dragged me behind him outside to the blinding light and to his ship.
"Phew, and not a second too early," he sighed when the ship took off with a silent humming noise coming form its engine. He threw the black object he'd been holding to the floor and took a look at me. "What the hell were you doing in there?" he asked in a cold voice. "You could've gotten yourself killed! Everyone knows there's no going in those buildings!"
"Then what were you doing in there?"
Kinf looked surprised like he hadn't been expecting such question. "You.... What? You- you don't know about hunters? What, how can you- you've been living under a rock or something?"
I looked at the man. He seemed serious, staring at me like I was an alien. "I'm not from around here," I finally answered, "I just... found here. Somehow. I don't know, I was going to go... I- I was..." I couldn't remember anything else. It felt so distant, like I had come here years ago instead of being here some hours if even that. I tried to remember but the more I tried, the more I forgot.
"You're a strange one," Kinf said. "So. What's your name?"
I shook my head, I couldn't recall.
"Well then, I guess I'll be calling you... hmm... Rooka! Yes, Rooka, that's a good name." Kinf turned around, seemingly happy about the name he had come up and hummed his way to the front of the ship. I followed him, finally starting to look around in the ship. And what a strange ship it was!

hopefully this'll lead into making up something interesting! : D
And oh man, I want to draw the little bot but I suck at making up anything like that D:

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-10-07 22:18:44 +0000 UTC]

Your icon scares me D:

Lol numlock doesn't exist on my computer. Mac is good at not having pointless buttons.

Man, if this continues, I'm going to have to start making fanart for this story XD Maybe we should post it somewhere for other people to read and update it whenever we finally get around to typing a reply.

Anywho, here goes~


The ship's sleek knife-like design and clean lines were rather disrupted on the interior by piles of seemingly random objects. I spotted books, rolled up paper, several computers and other electronic devices, punctuated by crates containing an assortment of what could only be weapons. I picked up one object from the nearest crate and fell over almost immediately as it discharged a beam of light into a pile of books, blasting a hole in them.
"Oi, what do you think you're doing? Didn't I tell you not to touch anything?" Kinf snatched the device from my hand.
"Um...no?"
"Really? Could've sworn-"
Kinf was cut off by frantic beeping from the navigation console. The array and screen above it flashed with dozens of lights and symbols, but it was clear what had happened.
"Damn! They've found us. Hold on tight!"
"But who are they"
The ship ground to a shuddering halt, throwing me to the floor. Through the windscreen I watched as two dark triangular shapes screamed past and began turning back toward us. Kinf flipped a switch, launching several missiles at the oncoming enemies. The one closest to us exploded, but had taken down all of Kinf's misiles with it.
"That's all I've got! I hope I can outrun them"
The remaining one opened fire on the ship. At the console, Kinf wrestled with the controls, but the ship didn't appear to be moving.
"What's happening? Why aren't we moving?"
"They've taken out my main engines, it's all I can do to keep us from crashing. It's not as bad as you may think, though, they'll probably just take the robotic parts I have in the cargo hold. We'll be fine as long as we don't give them......another......reason to kill us."
"But who are they? And why can't we fight them off? You've got all those weapons."
Kinf turned to me. "You really aren't from around here, are you? It would take too long to explain, but none on my weapons are capable of destroying them but those missiles I used the last of. They don't have a physical form aside from what they can steal or build. They're extremely powerful and I've just killed the one thing that was keeping them out of this place." He cast a glance at the black thing he had cut from the glass beast in the tower.
An impact from the roof of the ship announced the arrival of our pursuers.
"Listen, Rooka, what ever you do, don't let them see you. They can't kill me permanently, but they can kill you, and I have a feeling that that would be very bad."
"Permanently? What's that supposed to-"
"Shh"
Kinf pushed me behind a bookshelf and pressed a button on the console, opening the door.


I have so many ideas with what to do after this, but I don't feel like typing anymore and I wanted to give you a chance.

I am so gonna draw something for this.

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HaanPere In reply to Pythosart [2010-11-06 16:13:00 +0000 UTC]

HOW CAN IT TAKE ME THIS LONG TO REPLY?!
xC I faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaail.

Anyway.

As Kinf disappeared in the cargo, I heard a sudden crash and scratching noises like something was trying to both keep itself from falling down from the ship's steep surface and dig through it. I stretched my neck and looked out from behind the books and saw a black creature standing on the roof. I only managed to see the numerous amount of robotic legs from seemingly many different creatures and white eyes shining from the middle of the darkness before the creature noticed the door. It attacked the door with all it's might, scratching and tearing, screaming violently with its metallic voice and before it managed to break inside, my little pod-friend had jumped to the floor and ran at the black bot-heart. I knew it'd die without my help so I jumped to the floor and grabbed the bot that pulled the heart along with it just when the door gave in and the screeching black creature pulled itself inside the ship. For a second it was just looking at me like it was surprised, then attacked. I could hardly dodge a hit from a sharp metallic leg that pierced some books before it hit the wall.
The small pod hid itself behind my neck, shaking there like a small animal and as I had nothing else to protect us with, I grabbed the heart and hit the creature with it. What I couldn't had expected was that the heart nearly exploded into a storm of blue light as it touched the dark body of the enemy that let out an ear-tearing scream before it suddenly burst in flames that died in a blink of an eye, leaving behind nothing but a pile of robotic legs and a very confused human-being. I looked at the heart in my hand and pulled the pod from behind my neck. I looked at the pod and the heart. "How... Wha-ho-I... What?" I mumbled, staring at the pod that was now clinging to my thumb. "You... How? I- How did you know?"
No answer. The bot just shook in my grasp. I was about to ask again, still thinking that the pod would actually answer, when Kinf pulled himself to the ship.
"What the hell just happened in here?" He yelled once he noticed the legs on the floor. "And what are those?!"
I didn't answer, I just stood there with the heart in my hand.
"Where'd the flying douche go?" Kinf finally asked, looking at the door that was now lying on the floor. "Did it... no, wait." He looked at the legs and the heart. "...Well I sure didn't know that those things could do that," he muttered.


I kind of want to draw these thingers as well now, the only problem is that I've never drawn anything like these creatures :U

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Pythosart In reply to HaanPere [2010-08-28 00:05:39 +0000 UTC]

Here's what I was listening to when I painted it --[link] [link]

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Pythosart In reply to linksbane [2010-08-22 16:28:42 +0000 UTC]

Thank you! For the insight as well. All these backstories are making me want to develop this more....

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linksbane In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-22 18:02:33 +0000 UTC]

You totally should

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Pythosart In reply to morganaxash [2010-08-22 16:27:53 +0000 UTC]

Thanks!

If you download it for a closer look, you can see how sloppy I was, though XD

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Pythosart In reply to Novarock [2010-08-22 16:23:22 +0000 UTC]

Thanks! I hope to add more on in the future, it still seems rough to me.

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Novarock In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-22 21:59:59 +0000 UTC]

it looks quick done but admirable anyway ^^

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Pythosart In reply to Novarock [2010-08-22 22:08:26 +0000 UTC]

It is quick done x.x

I'm really not satisfied as of yet.

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Novarock In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-22 22:13:41 +0000 UTC]

great to know that the next one will be even much better!

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Pythosart In reply to Novarock [2010-08-22 22:15:02 +0000 UTC]

I sure hope so.

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Novarock In reply to Pythosart [2010-08-22 22:27:38 +0000 UTC]

^^

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Pythosart In reply to 2sday8 [2010-08-22 16:22:36 +0000 UTC]

Aww

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