Speaking of writing....

Gah, nice writing. I now worry that I'm going to have to proof read all 68 pages of my incomplete resident evil fan fiction, and correct a lot of the writing errors that I made :dorky:

It's pretty hard to write something descent when you're doing it all in about 20 minutes time, between your lunch period and German class at school

Anyways, interesting so far. Don't have time to read the rest of it, but I'd like to see this evolve :smile:

Though I wonder: How can there be a "Snarkpit" (mapping?) story? Enlighten please.

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G.Ballblue said:
Though I wonder: How can there be a "Snarkpit" (mapping?) story? Enlighten please.

Its not about mapping. Its a story about the members. Dave is Alien_Sniper/Two_Knives. So far he is the only character but its only a bit of a story so far too.
Give it time. Perhaps we can have a whole chapter on the members with the bigger foreheads soon. :wink:

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bumps

added more gents. :biggrin:

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I believe I just read your most recent addittion (said "believe"
because that's a pretty big post to keep track of without a date
seperating things :razz: ) but my 2 cents would be to add some identification and formating when people are speaking:

Suggestion:

Gwil
notices that part of the name is crossed out in favor of a more recent
addition. "Where did you get this book?" he asks. "From a woman just
before we boarded." <br style="font-weight: bold; color: orange;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Do you know who's book this is?" </span><b style="font-weight: bold;">bantered back Gwil.</b><br style="font-weight: bold;">"Nope, why?" <br style="font-weight: bold; color: orange;">"Oh
nothing" says Gwil, "But if I were you, I'd not just leave it lay out
in the open like this. By the looks of it, I bet its very important"<br style="color: orange;">
You've
pretty much got it all set, but when dealing with bigger conversations
with more characters, be prepared to throw in more line gaps and 'he
said that, and he said this' etc. I seem to find dialouge hard to
understand if there isn't spacing between the lines.

I enjoyed it though :smile: Keep writing it :smile:

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G.Ballblue said:
because that's a pretty big post to keep track of without a date seperating things :razz: )

<BR style="COLOR: orange">
be prepared to throw in more line gaps

OK, but you do realize that the largeness will only increase if I do as you suggest?

Keep suggesting though. I do listen. But first I need sleep and the editing will just have to wait till tomorrow.

Nite.

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CHAPTER 1: DREAMS

.....It was a dark and stormy night, rain pelted against the rooftops, and unfamiliar noises seemed commonplace. The train upon which they rode, was of a type seldom seen any longer. As the whistle sounded somewhere off in the distance....

Dave throws the book down in disgust, "How can such drivel get into print?" Thinking back on how he came to be riding this train in the first place and wondering, "How could I allow Jon to talk me into a cross country train ride?" sighing deeply. "Who ever heard of such a thing these days?" Dwelling on this also reminded him of how he acquired the book as well. Grumbling, "I told the old woman that it was not necessary to give it to me. After all, all I did was help here across the street for gods sake". The old woman acted like it was somehow important to her though so Dave accepted the book and thanked her for it in spite of his reservations. Glancing down once more at the worn cover of the book, he decides to see if some food is left in the diner car this late at night. At the very least, perhaps there is a vending machine.

As Dave turned toward the cabin door, the lightening flashed outside his window temporarily illuminating the outside. He noticed in that brief flash, that the countryside had subtly changed. It was no longer the city he had so recently left behind. Another thing he noticed as the flash faded, that within the blackness of the glass he needed sleep.His reflection looked back at him from much older eyes than his teenage years accounted for. "Its the dreams" he mumbled "Stupid dammed dreams". With a growl of frustration, he continues turning toward the door, his hunger still present but slightly subdued.

As he reaches for the door, the train suddenly lurches causing the book so recently discarded to tumble to the floor. From someplace within the book a piece of old brown paper emerges. Dave returns to the book and picks it up, curious despite himself.. "Wonder what this is about" he mumbles, as he places the book under his arm and unfolds the paper. The words are not of any language he is skilled at, but the flowing letters are so beautifully displayed he cannot help but continue to look.

Deciding the paper and its contents was a mystery worthy of future study, Dave replaces the paper within the book. This time gently setting the book on the desk in the corner, instead of just tossing it casually on the bed once more. With this task complete, he decides once again to make a foray into the dining car. Grabbing the doorknob and pulling a momentary shock of fear courses through his body. The door fails to open. Frantically pulling and twisting, the door resists his attempts to open it. With a growl of frustration Dave stops and examines the door more closely. He discovers to his chagrin that it is one of those types that locks automatically upon closing thereby providing a measure of security to the occupants. Feeling somewhat foolish but happy that no one witnessed the display, Dave finally makes it out of the cabin. With a quick check to assure that the cabins key was still contained within his pants pocket he gently closes the door.

His first task upon exiting the cabin was to find a bathroom. Grumbling to himself all the while about the archaic conditions these old cars employed, "Whoever built these things must have had a bladder of steel. All this bumping and jarring has had me nearly pissing myself constantly" He groans and decides to walk toward the rear. His theory is, walking against the flow of the train with a full bladder just seems way to cruel even for demented train designers. He also thinks to himself "I wonder if Jon feels like this, when he wears his diapers?" He giggles. The sound of his giggling to himself sounds slightly maniacal even to his own ears. He decides that in spite of how funny it may look to imagine the old man in a diaper he will not giggle on a train in a rainstorm again.

Upon completion of the bathroom situation Dave makes a mental note to speak to someone about the archaic toilets. "Holes, the damned pissers are holes straight to the tracks" Sighing deeply he continues to his original task. the acquisition of food.

Upon entering the dining car Dave takes a quick head count. Always suspicious this is a habit retained from an earlier age where it mattered much more than now but still a precaution through habit. Noting that there was indeed food available he takes a seat and waits for someone to notice.

Across the room two elderly people notice Dave's entrance. They largely ignore his entrance noting however his disheveled appearance.


CHAPTER 2: NON SEQUITUR



The room was cold. That was the last conscience thought Dave had just before the fumes from the mask took him under. "So cold, why do they make you wear these flimsy..." As the anesthetic took him the surgeon began his task. In preparation for the procedure the hairline had been shaved back to a point just above the crest of his head. Since the examination required the back of the skull to be the center of attention the hair was removed from the neck forward. As a precaution, the nurses had removed anything nonessential from the room as they had been warned about "Certain unexplained phenomena" They were uncertain just how far "Unexplained" was supposed to mean but the caution was taken seriously. This was after all not their first kinetically active patient.

On some level Dave knew that he was still within the operating room but images flashing through his head kept distracting him. Knives, Motorcycles,Goats, Knives, Diapers,Knives,knives,knives. He wanted to scream for all the knives. With an effort he concentrated on the older couple across the room. Somehow they looked familiar yet, not. Where had he seen them before? After a few minutes the waiter entered the car and noticing Dave for the first time approached to take his order.

Dave gasps for a second. The waiter suddenly turned into a waitress. As he blinks in amazement the waiter returns and says "May I take your order Dave?" For some unaccountable reason he never notices that this stranger knows him by name. Dave looks up and says after a moments hesitation, "Whats the special today?" "Roasted goat sir in a fine glazed with diaper rash hollandaise sauce. Dave looks at him aghast a moment as the waiter pauses. "We also have a fine assortment of wines, sir"

CHAPTER 3: ALTERED STATES



"Dave", said Gwil, "Dave wake up". He starts for a second. Unable to ascertain exactly where, or even when he is. He sits there a moment and stares dumbly at Gwil. "Dave did you hear what I said? I asked if you noticed the goats over by those pines?" Dave still befuddled turns slowly toward the window. He notices first that he is back inside his train car. In fact, he doesn't even know for sure if he ever even went pee yet. Gwil shakes him once more and then waits to see what happens next. While he waits he notices the book thats on the edge of the table and picks it up. Within the inside cover he notices in very clear words
"[color=66cc33][size=16][color=limegreen]PROPERTY OF OLLIE ROBERTSHAW. <STRIKE>THE HALF-LIFE PRINCE</STRIKE>. [i][b]?berlord[/b][/i][/size][/color]"

Gwil notices that part of the name is crossed out in favor of a more recent addition. "Where did you get this book?" he asks.
"From a woman just before we boarded." Dave says.
"Do you know who's book this is?"
"Nope, why?"
"Oh nothing" says Gwil, "But if I were you, I'd not just leave it lay out in the open like this. By the looks of it, I bet its very important" As he offers the book back to Dave,Gwil notices for the first time that there is a piece of paper tucked into the pages and hesitates. Grasping the paper he pulls it out and looks at it. Sighing softly he tucks the page back into the book. It was the codes and passwords of a website he frequented and he doesn't want anyone else to see it.
"You mind if I keep this a while?"
"Nah" Dave says, "Its the worse piece of tripe I have ever read"
Gwil puts the book inside his jacket. With that done he wonders for the first time himself. "What is this place anyway? I mean, it almost looks like the inside of a train car."[/color]

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THEN CASSIUS DIES

bumps

Dammit, time slips by.

I'm only bumping to prevent auto lock.

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bumps again
I really need to continue this project.

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Wow, this is an old one! I completely forgot what happens...

*bookmarks for rereading!

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Orpheus said:
bumps

Dammit, time slips by.

I'm only bumping to prevent auto lock.

Honestly, the thread auto-lock feature is/was silly.

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You should create a new thread for those of us who are simply too damned lazy to read through 4 pages of stuff to know what's going on.

[Or a quick-up-to-date post with all the information in a readable form]

Crollo said:
You should create a new thread for those of us who are simply too damned lazy to read through 4 pages of stuff to know what's going on.

[Or a quick-up-to-date post with all the information in a readable form]

You guys simply fail to grasp that we like old information. AND quite simply, if someone doesn't want to take the time to read it and learn whats going on, screw them. They prolly don't have anything constructive to add not knowing whats already happened. I personally don't give a rats ass to hear input from someone not interested enough to read through it all.

Anywhos, Juim had the right of this thread. Its not really my place to superceed his thread with one of my own, especially when it will be used once a year.

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