Post by thedoctor on Dec 23, 2010 14:27:36 GMT -5
i was trying to think of a situation for rjrock in his creative writing thread in the shower and i came up with one and by the time i hopped out of the shower i had the story structured in my head so i decided to put something to keyboard with it myself. sorry rock, i owe you a situation.
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idea - self-important but utterly ancillary character gets separated from his party and stumbles upon a poison trap. he has 5 minutes until total paralysis, 10 minutes until death. you are allowed 30 minutes from the time you start typing to complete the story. BONUS - show all the Kuebler-Ross stages of denial! (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance)
\i like the time limit because i've seen some good material go by the wayside and possible story paths abandoned when you second guess yourself. this forces you to follow whatever path you start going down and seeing where it leads you. sometimes surprises you. well here goes nothing.
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I've got to get back to my party. those fools will just be wandering about without me. which way did i come? all these blasted trees look the same...
James heard a loud crashing behind him and turned quickly. just a big deer running through. his heart racing he turned back toward his path and while looking up trying to catch his breath made the biggest mistake of his life.
OW!
pain seared through his left leg. when he could see through the fog of pain he noticed a black snake slithering away and looked to the source of his torture. his leg was already swelling and where the snake had bitten him it appeared that skin was beginning to boil. James knew that snake. he knew what it meant.
There's no way. that type of snake doesn't inhabit the area. it's too far north. still it's a bad bite. i need to get back to the group and see if they can bandage it up.
trying to take a step James immediately fell to his knees, unable to support his own weight.
well that won't work. come on who are you kidding you know darn well what that thing was. your leg is already completely numb and the pain gone. small comfort for the victim. any minute now endorphins will begin to flood your body. it would make a smaller animal almost happy and complacent to die, us it will just make not as mad...
why is this happening to me anyway? why didn't Laucian take flank? they're probably dead by now, that moron. i shouldn't have taken this job. too green of a crew not enough gold. now i'm paying for it. my arms are beginning to numb and i can't move my fingers. just freaking great...
i should suck out the poison. maybe what's in my blood stream already won't do me in...
i can't reach my leg with my mouth. then i need to cut off the leg! where's my sword? i dropped it when i was bitten it's right over there. i... i can't move my hands. i can't get to the sword. someone please get to me i promise i'll stop plotting how to leave you behind after i get paid. i'll even do it for no pay! i can't even scream for help any more, my jaw won't open.
why didn't you hack the leg off right away? you're so stupid. we knew what it meant but you refused to see it. now we're going to die right here in the middle of nowhere and rot until a bear or big cat gets hungry. you've even begun talking to yourself because you're too narcissistic to take credit for your own actions. rather lecture your other self instead of accept that you're an idiot. we're idiots...
well, i guess that's about it. can't move at all. might as well wait for the embrace of death. i hear movement again. hopefully something that won't eat me yet. i'd rather not see that.
"JAMES!"
"there's his sword!"
it's them! it's too late for them to do anything though. please don't find me like this. just keep walking...
"he's over here!"
"oh no, look at his leg"
"looks like a Kai Cobra bite, it's too far north for that"
"he's still breathing"
"he must be in terrible pain"
I'm not. i feel fine actually.
"he's totally paralyzed. i'm sorry James, i really am. thank you for what you've done for us. rest in peace."
See ya later. yes that's fine take my sword, use it well. that cheap discount store one you have is terrible. now what are you doing? get that away from me! I don't want to...!
"Grab whatever he has that we can use. we'll bury him over by that large tree."
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29 minutes. i couldn't figure out a quick way to make a trap in the middle of the woods and have no one around for it. a hunter wouldn't use poison in a trap. so i went with the snake with a GI JOE reference. also i envisioned this as a pivotal moment for Laucian, who only Drozgul knows yet. he's my major character in the countless other stories in my head.
let me know what you think. thanks.
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idea - self-important but utterly ancillary character gets separated from his party and stumbles upon a poison trap. he has 5 minutes until total paralysis, 10 minutes until death. you are allowed 30 minutes from the time you start typing to complete the story. BONUS - show all the Kuebler-Ross stages of denial! (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance)
\i like the time limit because i've seen some good material go by the wayside and possible story paths abandoned when you second guess yourself. this forces you to follow whatever path you start going down and seeing where it leads you. sometimes surprises you. well here goes nothing.
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I've got to get back to my party. those fools will just be wandering about without me. which way did i come? all these blasted trees look the same...
James heard a loud crashing behind him and turned quickly. just a big deer running through. his heart racing he turned back toward his path and while looking up trying to catch his breath made the biggest mistake of his life.
OW!
pain seared through his left leg. when he could see through the fog of pain he noticed a black snake slithering away and looked to the source of his torture. his leg was already swelling and where the snake had bitten him it appeared that skin was beginning to boil. James knew that snake. he knew what it meant.
There's no way. that type of snake doesn't inhabit the area. it's too far north. still it's a bad bite. i need to get back to the group and see if they can bandage it up.
trying to take a step James immediately fell to his knees, unable to support his own weight.
well that won't work. come on who are you kidding you know darn well what that thing was. your leg is already completely numb and the pain gone. small comfort for the victim. any minute now endorphins will begin to flood your body. it would make a smaller animal almost happy and complacent to die, us it will just make not as mad...
why is this happening to me anyway? why didn't Laucian take flank? they're probably dead by now, that moron. i shouldn't have taken this job. too green of a crew not enough gold. now i'm paying for it. my arms are beginning to numb and i can't move my fingers. just freaking great...
i should suck out the poison. maybe what's in my blood stream already won't do me in...
i can't reach my leg with my mouth. then i need to cut off the leg! where's my sword? i dropped it when i was bitten it's right over there. i... i can't move my hands. i can't get to the sword. someone please get to me i promise i'll stop plotting how to leave you behind after i get paid. i'll even do it for no pay! i can't even scream for help any more, my jaw won't open.
why didn't you hack the leg off right away? you're so stupid. we knew what it meant but you refused to see it. now we're going to die right here in the middle of nowhere and rot until a bear or big cat gets hungry. you've even begun talking to yourself because you're too narcissistic to take credit for your own actions. rather lecture your other self instead of accept that you're an idiot. we're idiots...
well, i guess that's about it. can't move at all. might as well wait for the embrace of death. i hear movement again. hopefully something that won't eat me yet. i'd rather not see that.
"JAMES!"
"there's his sword!"
it's them! it's too late for them to do anything though. please don't find me like this. just keep walking...
"he's over here!"
"oh no, look at his leg"
"looks like a Kai Cobra bite, it's too far north for that"
"he's still breathing"
"he must be in terrible pain"
I'm not. i feel fine actually.
"he's totally paralyzed. i'm sorry James, i really am. thank you for what you've done for us. rest in peace."
See ya later. yes that's fine take my sword, use it well. that cheap discount store one you have is terrible. now what are you doing? get that away from me! I don't want to...!
"Grab whatever he has that we can use. we'll bury him over by that large tree."
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29 minutes. i couldn't figure out a quick way to make a trap in the middle of the woods and have no one around for it. a hunter wouldn't use poison in a trap. so i went with the snake with a GI JOE reference. also i envisioned this as a pivotal moment for Laucian, who only Drozgul knows yet. he's my major character in the countless other stories in my head.
let me know what you think. thanks.