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Off Topic / Re: Starting a novel.
« on: July 02, 2010, 03:14:56 PM »
I want to see it. :o
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The problem with the bag is that it is loving loud as forget.
Erm... how about you read?!
Yes.
Edit for months until the day you realize you can't make it perfect.
I'm not joking.
1 More Idea: How about there is a guy just like your guy assembling a team, and he plans to "help" the survivors and destroy the corrupt military, but he secretly wants to take over the land and will actually treat the people worse than the current military does.
Good luck on your writing. Make sure you post some excerpts of the mstar fishcript for us tocopyrightread! ;D!
Also, maybe have a character in deep moral turmoil, who must chose between his once "diplomatic way" or a now strive for sudden survival. If he was a politician, you could have him gain a sudden realization that, his survival tactics of preying on that which is weaker or ill-abled to defend itself is much like those which he used to practice in his previous career ventures, only now he has good reason. Before, it was merely for materialistic gain, but now it is for his very life. He finds that his moral struggle was nothing more then an illusion he had created, as he wanted to fool himself into believing climbing upon others was the only way he could reach his highest self, as he never found any other way. And soon, he begins to reform his own government, creating tribes about the apocalyptic world and attempting to recreate a new nation. However, once more, he falls under the influences of greed and hatred, and resumes his aggressive tendencies in order to raise to the top. He soon, though, finds that there are others like him. That even though he stepped upon those virtuous and or passive, he soon misplaced himself, and stepped on one trying to reach the same goal. And thus, in the shadow of the night, he is murdered, to represent that the turmoil we cause upon others is the pain that shall be sent back; that often that which you send out, returns itself in. And, in this case, the greed and hatred he released returned to him in the form of a dagger. And, within his final moments, he does not cry out, but rather ponders in an accepting matter,as he catches a short glimpse of the sunset upon the horizon; hearing the light chirps of crickets in the twilight.
Or he could just shoot at everyone. :o