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Write A Picture
Thu May 03, 2007, 02:14 PM
Post: #11
RE: Write A Picture
Ngwáás Arrestation

Quote:He was far from the regal looks we see on telescreens. I know for sure, however that it is him despite his pathetic condition. He was pinned down by two Sacan soldier. I stepped and crouched my self beside him, his eyes filled with hatred.

[Query for subject call sign] The commander ordered me.
"What's you name?" I asked him.
"Don't you know? I'm Ngwáás."
[Query the subject for the full senteces he is assigned to]
"Ngwáás who? What's your full name?"
"Ngwáás Nai Suh - Tw'a - Tlàík Ing K'it"

The commander picked his communicator and called his superintendend.
"Unhand me you filthy traitor!" he said as I kept my hand on his robe.
"Traitor?" His last word twist that particular nerve in my brain, "You are not the one to say thay! You destroy our own Nation! You killed our own kind! YOU! ... ARE! ... THE TRAITOR!"
"I did not! those ... those dogs did, and dare you not talk me like that!". Commenting on my low speech register that I purposefully use to insult him.
"My family ... THEY ARE KILLED DURING YOUR RAID, by Sa Çáàn army!" I shouted and nearly cried in the end.
"Some sacrifice needs to be done. It is accpetable that red class citizen like you ..." At that point my body were ahead of me, an instant reflex that result in my fist landing on his face. The Sacan soldiers quickly pull me away from him.
[Control the action that you do]
"I'm sorry"
[He will be processed according to Sacan law]

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Thu May 03, 2007, 04:10 PM (This post was last modified: Thu May 03, 2007 04:16 PM by nightPhaser.)
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RE: Write A Picture
>> I dedicate this half-stylish, half-sarcastic story to Zone Of The Enders. (I was one of the people who saw the OVA first before the game, so POOR VIOLA YOU INSENSITIVE JERKS.)

Episode 203019304204: FIAT LUX Part I

Gabriel Storm cuts through space like scissors on black paper. He arrives at the battle sector, witnessing the chaos of an MTV short film. Somewhere, a Thanatos-Class cannon charges up, bulging like coralspawn. Vibrant cool-blue beam, cutting one battleship like butter. He aims his Armageddon//Phoenix Graviton Displacement array at the fleet.

Lives and metal disappear in its path of black and gold. Elegant deaths, bloodless and stuffed with style. Like a Playstation headshot.

He moves in, faster than anime now. Gabriel cuts through mechas, hat sisters, big brothers, and a battle dog armed with homing lasers like strings of glowing fangirls. Hideo Kojima begins filing a lawsuit.

Shields up, nothing short of God herself can stop his fun. He cackles like a paedophile, but in the American sub, he laughs like a hero.

What's this? A pilot giving him a stare? Gabriel Storm cacklelaughs again. He fires a superdense photon cluster.

Splatter of pink and red in a poor pilot's helmet. A human rose.

Gabriel Storm, bringing hi-resolution death to enemies with nice hair and makeup, in his pimped-up battle frame JEHOVAH. Solar flare filter, camera right.

What's that?

Could it be?


(192 words, I think the 4Kids/AA Productions is going to ban this episode D8)

>> OMG I can't wait for next week.


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Thu May 03, 2007, 04:13 PM
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>> OMFG the season finale!

Episode 203019304205: FIAT LUX Part II

The frame AHRIMAN rises from the edge of a burning planet, all knives and villainous fins and sh*t.

A girl's voice. It's his girlfriend of two days, and ATHENA her mecha frame, vibroplate breasts as large as her singularity engine output. Gabriel screams into his helmet (despite having no comm channel open) that IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOU OUT BASTARD.

Put a little bullet-time here. Nice.

AHRIMAN, instead of screaming back in the same way (but more arrogantly), sits and touches his glowing, manga heart. Gabriel is pissed off like you wouldn't believe, and stabs a plasma blade into AHRIMAN's exposed private area (between the shoulders).

Antimatter meets matter. Energy tears atoms and fine, noble soldiers into elementary particles. A galaxy learns about death, and action lines.

TUNE IN NEXT WEEK, FOR THE SAME THING ALL OVER AGAIN

more action, more fun, more poseable action figures, less words

we_know_thats_what_you_like

abullettoyourliterature


(148 words. Phew.)

>> WHOA. I'm SO making AHRIMAN x JEHOVAH slash now bai

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Thu May 03, 2007, 04:32 PM
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Impala Superstition

"I love you," she said, eating another fried piece of chicken liver, "but I can't jump that high."

"That's okay, I guess." said the tall man with no head, as he connected a bowl of fried rice to an iPod. "This lunch is broken."

"No, no, NO. You're supposed to load it up with pornographic weather reports first." She snatched the headless man's hand, and stuck it into a pot full of feta cheese cubes. "There, that's better."

"I disagree." The headless man placed the pot onto her breasts. He contemplated for a bit. "No, perhaps you are right."

He then murdered her using a tweezer, a muffin, three computer science grads, half a lemon, and fifteen megabytes of furry porn saved at 1% quality JPEG. Their children sued him for some money, but everything died of a Hanta virus infection two days later, except for a Teletubby named Arumugam.

While all this is happening, a toaster bounced and ejected burnt toast, much to the sadness of Salman Al-Rushdi Schwartzmann Chong, otherwise known as "Chuck".


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Thu May 03, 2007, 04:47 PM
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>> Change of mood! *magical girl transform*

Subtle Damage

Consider, for a bit, the nature of Death.

Now forget it.

Because this is a story of a world without Death.

Not because they overcame disease, or discovered a new way to exist, or even because God decided "enough with that, let's relax, eat some fruit".

No, this world is without Death, because Death left it.

All that was desired, that was cared for by the smallest part of the world's citizens, never left them. Everything still had the capacity to change, of course, they just did not end. It is the absence of fear of loss. It is knowing that nothing will take what is precious away.

It is... perfect. At least for people who worked many years before towards the end of Death. People who wondered if they could break Death's heart so much, it would simply go away.

You may stop to talk to a citizen of this world, and he or she or it would tell you this: Something else hurts now, much more than Death ever did.

Fortunately, everyone on that world was working on an end to Love.


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Thu May 03, 2007, 11:22 PM
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nightPhaserSpiral Wrote:Impala Superstition

"I love you," she said, eating another fried piece of chicken liver, "but I can't jump that high."

"That's okay, I guess." said the tall man with no head, as he connected a bowl of fried rice to an iPod. "This lunch is broken."

"No, no, NO. You're supposed to load it up with pornographic weather reports first." She snatched the headless man's hand, and stuck it into a pot full of feta cheese cubes. "There, that's better."

"I disagree." The headless man placed the pot onto her breasts. He contemplated for a bit. "No, perhaps you are right."

He then murdered her using a tweezer, a muffin, three computer science grads, half a lemon, and fifteen megabytes of furry porn saved at 1% quality JPEG. Their children sued him for some money, but everything died of a Hanta virus infection two days later, except for a Teletubby named Arumugam.

While all this is happening, a toaster bounced and ejected burnt toast, much to the sadness of Salman Al-Rushdi Schwartzmann Chong, otherwise known as "Chuck".


This is a Goatian worthy material.

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Tue May 08, 2007, 11:15 AM (This post was last modified: Tue May 08, 2007 11:16 AM by nightPhaser.)
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RE: Write A Picture
Cartoonist

A picture is worth a thousand words, so in this case Jamel needed one-tenths of a picture.

He pulled out a sheet of paper from his stock, with a bit of difficulty since they seem to be stuck together. He laid it onto the table, clicked a light on and moved the lamp as such that the bright circle was over the paper.

Boxcutter in one hand, and straightedge in another, he went to act the surgeon and trimmed the paper before him. The machine that went PING! would have agreed to his expertise.

Ninety percent of the paper was then scrunched up and tossed towards the wastebasket (which it didn't enter, for Jamel was a horrible shot). He then lifted a pencil, and began to draw one-tenths of a picture.

He realised, too late, that they wanted a story made of words.


(143 words)

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Sun May 13, 2007, 02:12 PM (This post was last modified: Sun May 13, 2007 02:12 PM by nightPhaser.)
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>> This is a very basic "snapshot" snippet of a story I intend to write up for the AnthroAsia Fighters universe. Despite emerging from a mere artists' challenge, the basic plots have been simmering in my head for ages, and there's probably enough story for THREE games as it is now. This snip is from the first Act.

Snapshot of "Gnosis"

Ridhuan examined the heptacle in his hand. "I heard you were a scientist." He placed it back down. "What are you now?"

"A leader. A force of change." said Abraham. The tall, imposing lion leaned back into his chair, brushing off dust from his black mane.

"Also, a priest." said the dark forest cat, watching his kris on the table, before Abraham pulled it away from him.

Abraham shook his head.

"Half the world puts faith in a God created for a specific ethnicity. In other words, a God that saves His own people."

"I suppose you're one of them, then." Ridhuan feline-sneered at Abraham.

The lion's aged, stoic face changed. "If I was, I would be inside a temple, not a weapon."

Ridhuan's brows furrowed. "Abraham... what are you doing?"

The lion stood up, turned towards the window behind him, watching the altar being prepared. "We cannot kill God with His own materials." His golden eyes glanced towards Ridhuan. "So we forge a weapon outside His Creation."

Ridhuan was quiet. "What about Anna? Why her?"

Abraham smiled, without breaking regal behaviour. "She, my friend, is a grand-daughter of Izanami."

Ridhuan's fist clenched.


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Mon Jul 09, 2007, 10:14 PM
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Zaqqoum

It begins with a gunshot.

Then a blood spatter changes, when your eye blinks, into a flower.

The flower wilts, day and night passes like water, and a fruit grows from it.

A hand picks the fruit, places it in a basket.

The fruit is sliced by a small knife held by a woman.

The woman puts the fruit into a pot, in which simmers sweet-smelling stew.

The stew is served before a man, who takes a spoonful and eats it.

He smiles wide, the woman is overjoyed.

This joy is shortlived, as the man puts a photograph on the table, and she sees what it shows.

She apologises, tearfully, but the man is already drawing his pistol.

It ends with a gunshot.


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Thu Jul 19, 2007, 01:19 PM
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nightPhaserSpiral Wrote:Subtle Damage
nightPhaserSpiral Wrote:Snapshot of "Gnosis"
nightPhaserSpiral Wrote:Zaqqoum
*applauds* Magnificent works, Night. Especially Subtle Damage which really provokes the thought of human's gift of mortality.
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