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Foward: After writing that fanfiction I realized my writing has become as rusty as my Starcraft 2 skills so as practice I'll write another novel for fun, and also because of sheer boredom Except it will be written in a Interactive Novel format where each time I will post choices similar to those in Visual Novels and continue writing the route as the choices were made from the polls. You can't really say I didn't rip this off the Blue Creature thread, but hey it gives the activity a life of its own. Making name is going to be hell but whatever. I'll just wing it.
Oh yeah note how I have no creativity, and the story will be incredibly cliche. But that's intentional.
[???]"Oiiiiiiii are you awake?"
Something or rather someone is being loud and obnoxious, Can't a guy get some good rest?
[???]"Hey Shun, Class is over, Everyone is leaving."
I slowly open my eyes.
Then I see a vague image of someone's face.
[Shun]"Just five more min-"
*Kick*
What the fuck? I open my eyes again and sees a familiar silhouette
The person infront of me is a long time friend of mine, Kyle Walker. We used to played alot of Starcraft together and hung out at Net Cafes, Though that kind of has stopped. It seems that somewhere along the way he picked up a job as a writer.
[Shun]"Ugh, damn I am pretty sure there are better ways to wake up someone.."
[Kyle]"None of which are effective against someone like you. Were you up late Laddering again?"
[Shun]"Yeah, I was going to go to sleep after winning one more game but I kept getting cheesed until 3 AM in the morning which I decided to fuck it and just 4 gate someone."
On the Way home....
[Kyle]"By the way did you hear? There was some one trying to form a team in the all girls school downtown."
[Shun]"A team? as in a Starcraft team?"
[Kyle] "Yeah, Apparently their Student Council President is pretty into the game and wants to form a team and are holding some kind of tournament to recruit players, of course it's limited to girls only, But it might be a good opportunity for you."
He just winked at me, how creepy.
[Shun]"Why? doesn't have anything to do with us does it? It's not like I can join a team from a All Girls School."
[Kyle]"I heard the girls from that school are pretty hot, I mean the try out tournament is in an hour, You look pretty feminine to begin with, If we dress you up I bet no one will notice the difference if you don't say anything."
[Shun]"I think I just heard something extremely offensive coming out of your mouth just now"
Kyle leans back
[Kyle]"Don't mind it, Oh and if you are wondering what I get out of this, I been trying to write a novel for a while now, but I couldn't get any good lead way, with the deadline coming up I absolutely need some material for my editor. besides don't you think it would be an interesting turn of events?'
[Shun]"Oi.....you can't be serious..."
[Kyle]" Of course I am. Since when am I not serious?"
Like 75% of your lifespan you've been living. Of all the times to be serious it's something like this?
Dammit If I t comes down to this。。。。
Poll: I should....Give myself up (16) 84% Run (3) 16% 19 total votes Your vote: I should.... (Vote): Run
(Vote): Give myself up
I should give myself up...
[Kyle]"Seems like you have no objections, so lets change you into this."
He takes a girl's uniform from our school. How does he have that?
[Shun]"Hey Kyle, You're an only child right?"
[Kyle]"Yeah, Is there something wrong?"
[Shun]"What so how did you get that uniform?"
[Kyle]"It's my mom's"
This is absurd. But It's true, Even now Mrs. Walker can probably fit in something like this reasonably well, and still look pretty good. Sometimes I wonder If she stopped aging at 23.
[Kyle]"Don't fantasize about other people's mothers in front of them"
[Shun]"I wasn't!"
[Kyle]"Now, now, don't waste anytime get changed and we should get going."
{After a while}
[Kyle]"Wig check, Uniform check, Stockings check, Perfume ..*sniff sniff* check"
[Kyle]"Hmmmmm I must say to myself this wasn't a bad idea at all, If I didn't know you were a guy to begin with, I'd be asking you out."
[Shun]"Please don't."
How do girls wear this stuff.... it feel awfully breezy down there.
So we took the train downtown to the All Girls School apparently the School is called Etoile. Not that I ever paid attention to things like that.
[Kyle]"Well from now on the stage is yours, give 'em all you got."
[???]"Excuse me, Are you here to sign up for the tournament?"
[Shun] *Nod*
I am careful not to speak, I still haven't found a way to cover up my voice yet. Since I am here already, I am not about to blow my cover and get arrested by the cops for being a pervert or anything.
[???]"Oh my, a shy one are you, I am Karen Steiner, the Student Council Secretary here. Please fill this entry form out"
Hmmmmm Name, School, Race played.... Nothing out of the ordinary. As for name I'll just make something up....Well fuck it just go with Shunko, as I write that down. School... 420th District Public High School.....Race played...
Poll: What race did I play again?Protoss (9) 56% Random (4) 25% Zerg (3) 19% Terran (0) 0% 16 total votes Your vote: What race did I play again? (Vote): Terran
(Vote): Zerg
(Vote): Protoss
(Vote): Random
  
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This is the most awkward intro to a story i've ever read 0_o
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Gonna go get some popcorn, this is gonna be interesting.
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I don't know what to vote.
That said, for a "novel," why are there names associated with their speech?
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omfg l0l
so awkward, gogogo keep going
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*teen boy going to pretend to be a girl to interact with all-girls' school* Yup, sounds like a Japanese visual novel xD
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On August 11 2011 14:10 LlamaNamedOsama wrote:
*teen boy going to pretend to be a girl to interact with all-girls' school* Yup, sounds like a Japanese visual novel xD
Nah, if it were a Japanese visual novel it would be a girl pretending to be a boy in an all boy school.
And StarCraft wouldn't be involved
obv this more baller
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I definitely think that you should bring in more than 2 options if not now then in the future.
edit: The reason that I say this is because I don't like the idea of "If its not black, its white". Instead of just having polar opposites for options, add in some more flavor.
Just for example not suggesting specifics
A) Go along with it
B) Decline
Above are the current two.
C)Counter suggest that he be the one to participate
D)Recruit sister/girlfriend to compete
E)Cut your friend up into little pieces and put him in your freezer for suggesting such non sense
You can run it however you like, but I feel like to really draw interest you have to push your characters. Transgress.
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On August 11 2011 17:03 Hermasaurus wrote:
I definitely think that you should bring in more than 2 options if not now then in the future.
I agree with this man, it makes it a lot better in my opinion. Apart from the first glance looking very manga'ish or whatever, I think it's a good effort. Hope you'll be able to interestingly unfold the story.
Voted for "run."
Also, please do not make the main character fall in love with another girl player on said team. You know why.
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Alright second part is up
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Blasterion can't write.
Here are the first seven lines, written by me, featuring Blasterion as the main character.
There I was, lying in a room with the scent of rather cheap candles in the air, my arms and legs bound to the very bed where I lay. The discomfort and tightness of the ropes that held my wrists was painful. But that pain was overwhelmed by another feeling, one which chose to erect itself by draining the feeling from my hands and feet to concentrate it elsewhere.
Then she walked in, wearing an outfit that barely covered her and yet at the same time seemed almost too much. In her left hand she threw away the few remaining clothes that covered me: with her right, a long, serpentine piece of cowhide dangled, coiled onto the floor like a rattlesnake about to strike. And indeed it struck, lashing out with bites here and there, in a way meant to inflict the most pain without feeling damage. I wanted to cringe at the stinging pain, but I couldn’t help but feel sheer joy at it. Sheer joy at the woman who was now straddling me. She opened those deep, luscious, lips, and her voice came out, nearly as suffocating as the rope around my neck.
“You need to get up now, you fat fuck.”
Years of manipulating people to do what I want them to do kicked in, so I, consumed in my hedonism, proceeded to cry out what I knew would get her to continue.
“Baby, I’m already up.”
The woman frowned for some reason. Was my pun in poor taste, I thought. But no, something else was wrong.
“Seriously bro, get the fuck up.”
The voice sounded wrong now, not like the smoothness of a roll of silk, but instead, the huskiness of a fraternity brother.
That was the last thing on my mind before the woman-whom now looked awfully like a man-twisted her foot at an angle such that her foot landed right on my face. Hard.
“You know, you didn’t have to wake me up like that<” I groaned, clutching my face in sheer pain. This was not the good kind of pain. Instead of getting my blood boiling, my blood was now spilled all over my shirt.
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On August 11 2011 22:17 Caller wrote:Blasterion can't write. Here are the first seven lines, written by me, featuring Blasterion as the main character. Show nested quote +
There I was, lying in a room with the scent of rather cheap candles in the air, my arms and legs bound to the very bed where I lay. The discomfort and tightness of the ropes that held my wrists was painful. But that pain was overwhelmed by another feeling, one which chose to erect itself by draining the feeling from my hands and feet to concentrate it elsewhere.
Then she walked in, wearing an outfit that barely covered her and yet at the same time seemed almost too much. In her left hand she threw away the few remaining clothes that covered me: with her right, a long, serpentine piece of cowhide dangled, coiled onto the floor like a rattlesnake about to strike. And indeed it struck, lashing out with bites here and there, in a way meant to inflict the most pain without feeling damage. I wanted to cringe at the stinging pain, but I couldn’t help but feel sheer joy at it. Sheer joy at the woman who was now straddling me. She opened those deep, luscious, lips, and her voice came out, nearly as suffocating as the rope around my neck.
“You need to get up now, you fat fuck.”
Years of manipulating people to do what I want them to do kicked in, so I, consumed in my hedonism, proceeded to cry out what I knew would get her to continue.
“Baby, I’m already up.”
The woman frowned for some reason. Was my pun in poor taste, I thought. But no, something else was wrong.
“Seriously bro, get the fuck up.”
The voice sounded wrong now, not like the smoothness of a roll of silk, but instead, the huskiness of a fraternity brother.
That was the last thing on my mind before the woman-whom now looked awfully like a man-twisted her foot at an angle such that her foot landed right on my face. Hard.
“You know, you didn’t have to wake me up like that<” I groaned, clutching my face in sheer pain. This was not the good kind of pain. Instead of getting my blood boiling, my blood was now spilled all over my shirt.
Maybe you can write for me =P
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On August 11 2011 22:17 Caller wrote:
Blasterion can't write.
Here are the first seven lines, written by me, featuring Blasterion as the main character.
[EXCERPT]
So where's the cliche? 
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On August 12 2011 03:05 Gao Xi wrote:
Why protoss?
Hell if I know, I am not the one voting
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lets continue this 
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lol this really is pretty cliched...continue.
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EPT
