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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Travis
Travis roared like a Tiger, but he wasnt one. He jumped in front of Seth and held him back.
"Calm down. Your drunk and tired. He dosnt know who you are, and one of you could gte hurt. I know you dont trust him, but betraying the trust he might have for us by showing that will do us no good."
Posted on 2009-01-31 at 04:35:32.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Travis
Travis morped back into human form. It felt odd. All his bones changed shape and size and position. His back cracked relaxingly too.
"He's in his room. I think something bothering him, and I worried about him. I...I...don't trust him. Even though he is my son, I can't seem to trust him like one."
Posted on 2009-01-31 at 04:25:12.
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Topic: Is it random! Of course
Subject: Is it random! Of course
I know this might fit better under Creations, but I can't stand how no one responds to your works there. I am hoping it will stay here in general chat, where people are more openly exposed to responding to it.
Sorry, moved it to creations. COMMENT PEOPLE! - Grugg
The following is the Forward for my book "Archipelago" (It is a book, I only use quotes because I'm to lazy to use the HTML code.)
I know its random, because you wont read my book, and its likley none of you ever will. I just wnated to share it, and see what you think about it. Feel free to post whatever you want about it, I'm not picky. If you hate it, tell me.
Forward:
Most people never think they could ever write a book. I was one of those people. Ever since I was a kid, I had always enjoyed creativity. My imagination ran as wild as the wind, and I don’t think I ever really grew up. My first real story I wrote in fifth grade. It was a project for class; we had to write a little book with pictures and a plot. I was never much on the pictures, but my book got the highest score in the class. I was called Space Impact, and it was all about the future. Laser Guns, Plasma Rays and Spaceships were all fine and dandy at the time; but I never really enjoyed writing the book.
It wasn’t until about the summer between fifth and sixth grade, I believe it was 2003, that I really found the genre that captivated me the most. Fantasy. I found that with Sci-Fi, I had to base my plot on technology and buzzing computers, I had to use science to back up my story. With Fantasy, I found that magic doesn’t need an explanation, Dragons aren’t run by nano-bots, and swords definitely lack internal combustion mechanisms.
Fantasy let my wild imagination run free. I could forge epic armies and titanic heroes. Terrifying villains and hostile environments that tested the imagination without me needing to explain atmospheric content. I was at home scrawling down my tale.
I often run into the question, “Travis, how did you think up the plot, it seems awful complicated to have thought up in about an hour or so”. The truth is, I never had any intention for Archipelago to evolve into what it is now. I only wanted another short story, something to pass the time. I got something much more than that. As I wrote, more and more ideas, characters and conflicts flooded into my brain, and I couldn’t stop writing. Soon I had woven a complicated network of plot lines out of just nine chapters.
Naturally I couldn’t stop there, so I kept going. My writing skills got better, and the details grew finer. I never once figured it would grow to such a tremendous size.
Another big question is always the “Who is your favorite” gig. People are always asking me who my favorite character is. My favorite Hero? Villain? Battle? Truth is, I love all of them. Each one is a different part of me, aside from maybe the villains. If I had to choose a favorite villain though, I would have to pick Nydus. You’ll find out why later n, I don’t want to spoil anything for you.
One of the biggest challenges of finishing the book was actually just focusing on it. When you’re only a teenager trying to write a novel, there are a lot of things that get in the way. School was the biggest. It was always a struggle balancing work and writing evenly, without tipping to the favor of one or the other. Naturally I had to keep up with my schoolwork, or else the book would be pointless.
Aside from school there was home life. I hate to say it, but my parents weren’t always the biggest fans of my writing. Its not that they didn’t care, far from it, its just that it often distracted me from chores and housework that needed to be done. I also had my friends to entertain. They were the least of my troubles however. The only time they ever bothered me was if they called when I was writing.
Of all of the people who really kept me focused on my book, it was my friend Daniel that helped the most. For months he literally called me every day, sometimes twice a day, just to ask me if I had anything to read to him. He listened to the entire book as I wrote it. He memorized character names, locations and even chapter titles. I confided in him the secrets of the plot. Whatever was going to happen, I told him.
Of course he got on my parents nerves, and I don’t think his parents enjoyed it too much either. Between the two of us, our households were running up quite a tab on phone payments. Regardless of however much we spoke though, there was nothing like reading my book to a different audience.
This is where Boy Scouts comes in. For some time, I brought my book to every meeting, every Tuesday night, and I read it to a group of boys after the meeting. They were captivated; I could only assume that they never wanted the reading to end. Every meeting I had a throng of young boys pulling the hem of my pants asking me what would happen this week. Would our heroes win the battle? Would one of them die? Those were constant questions. I would take the group outside the school we met at, and we would sit in a big circle. Here was where the magic happened.
It was in these few months I realized why I wrote. I wrote so I could read. It brought me tremendous joy to see the excited looks on the faces of my listeners when my heroes tangled with a villain, or made some groundbreaking discovery. Every week I yearned to read more than I vowed to. I had a strict limit of three chapters a night. Sometimes I would read four if they were extra short, but I would always leave them at a cliffhanger.
My heart would jump into my throat when I saw them smile or shake at the mention of a character, or swinging of a sword. Then, when I left them for the night, they would go in sorrow, longing to hear more than we were allotted.
As I said, I wrote so I could read. I’ve run into people who have actually asked me why I just don’t read an audience an existing book. They say it would be so much easier. So much faster. Of course that offends me, but I try not to take it to seriously. I answer them simply with another question. Would you like to feed a guest a dinner you didn’t cook and have them, praise you for it? It’s just not the same.
The complications of writing are immense, particularly for someone of my age at the time. I had written the entire book on a series of some six notebooks. I began the process, as aforementioned, at about the age of ten. I’m not exactly sure now though, it was so long ago. Of course my writing was rather good for that age, and anyone who read it was impressed, however, looking back on it now I can safely say it was an atrocity. My grammar and spelling were so atrocious at times; I could not understand what I had written. I frequented comma splices and run on sentences. Fragments were less common, but still present in far to great of a quantity. When I re-read those original texts, because I still have them, I find something interesting happened. It is an inevitable fact of life that as one advances through the educational ladder, ones language skills improve. Not only the amount of improvement my conventions showed, but also my handwriting. I noticed that I had trained myself to write neatly and cleanly, so others could read my work. I found it stupendous that my writing was improved by means some might consider a waste of time.
As I grew older, and my writing improved, so did my aspirations. Not a day went by, and still not a day does, when I did not think of music or a film for the book. It’s such a fantastic sensation to be able to imagine your own creation put to visuals and audio for others to enjoy. In fact, during High School, I arranged for the members of my band to compose musical scores. It was a fruitless effort of course, but exciting nonetheless. I, like all authors, had a perfect mental image of what my characters looked like, but I was not satisfied with that alone. I began seeking artists to portray for me the physical characteristics of my own mental pictures. It was an impossible task, and it bared no fruit to be plucked. I had many talented artists draw up many beautiful pictures, and they were all very close, but there was always something wrong.
Of course it was some time before I figured out what the problem was. How could I accurately portray my thoughts and my pictures in words? It simply couldn’t be done.
As aforementioned I often receive an avalanche of questions when I read the book to those who have never heard it. Another common question that I come across is this: “What did you base the characters after?” It is a tendency of all authors to put a little of themselves, or what they dream to be, in a book. This I did as well. Through the fantastic world I had weaved I gently hinted toward my own life, my own personality and that of my acquaintances and good friends. The villains were particularly fun for me to imagine into existence. Each one symbolizes a trait that I find disgusting, and often times these traits are very well hidden, almost invisible, but they are there. Sometimes it might be only a single line out of hundreds, or a single action out of thousands that hints toward this quality. I decided here I would make a game of it.
I have always been interested in providing the reader with something else to entertain them while they read. In several of my hand written notebooks, I have points where the story stops and the book will ask you a question about the previous occurrences, ask you to make a prediction, or connect the instance in question to your own life experiences. I found that my readers enjoyed these “comprehension” checks. Often times, readers would stop and contemplate the answer to some questions for some time before continuing. I will not bore you with such material, but I encourage you to scan the text for interesting questions and opportunities.
This book has a special place in my heart. It is a manifestation of the problems that have troubled me since I knew how to think on my own. Serious questions, along with many mundane ones, are hidden in the writing, and I challenge you to find them. Some will be obvious, and some may require a second read through to locate. This is simply my way of making the work more personal for my readers.
After all of these problems and questions I had encountered, the biggest one of all was: “Will you get it published.” Of course the logical answer was no. It was not likely that a teenage boy of my low talent could possibly manage to publish a book. As far as I know it will never be published. It was not my original intentions for the story to be published. This story is not a means for me to make bank, nor a catalyst for fame. It is a means by which I can express my creative qualities. Here I can relax and sink into my own world. A world where anything is possible if I say it is. A world in which I can fulfill those dreams that I always had. A world in which there is no reality, and no fantasy, only a gorgeous mixture of the two. This is my most personal diary. Every moment of my life if reflected in its pages. I am opening it to you, the reader, in the hopes that you may better understand the oddity that is my thinking process.
Enjoy this trip into my mind.
Sincerely,
Travis Couch
Posted on 2009-01-31 at 04:23:30.
Edited on 2009-01-31 at 05:28:46 by Grugg
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Weight of the World
Travis sighed to himself. He couldn't help but blame himself for the groups perdiciment. After all, it was his problems and his lust for revenge that was driving the group into almost certain death.
Thirteen Lycan executives to kill. Each one them hiding some peice of a bigger puzzle. Each one of them one rung closer to the "Director". Each one of them surrounded by defenses almost unimaginable. They would be tested to their limits.
Still, Travis was strangley happy. He was an oddity now, just like everyone else. No longer was he a cliche human, driven by simple cliche revenge. He was a turnlent time bomb, a mix of two bloods that have insintctivley poisened each other for all enterinty. He was an unstable chemical cocktail, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
He fed of the blood of others, and he was a great white tiger. He could become invisible at will, and take the shape of others, but I drained him of so much energy.
He had no doubt that the fight ahead of them was bound to be nye impossible. It was hardly realistic to think that everyone would escape from these thirteen mission alive.
He was happy because of it. Yet he was tormented because of it. He could not handle his emotions. His love for Rose, his hate for Maxamillion Cauldwell, his lust for the truth, his need to shun it away. Even his own nature confused him.
He stood up and stretched out, eyeing the passed out Seth and the dazzling Rose and roared, as loudly as he could. He knew a battle was coming, and he wanted to tell them he was sorry...they caught his drift.
Posted on 2009-01-31 at 04:11:18.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Travis
Travis chuckled, which came out as a muffled snort. He had always appreciated the idiocy of the drunken.
Posted on 2009-01-28 at 05:22:47.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Hah!
Travis' tail wagged, something a dog did...not a cat, but he figured it was clear sign of approvment anyway.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 04:49:08.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Travis
Travis layed down and crossed his paws, resting his head on them. He closed his eyes and waited for a conversation between them to spark up. While he waited, he senses became attuned to his sourounding, and he listened for any disturbances.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 04:46:23.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Travis
Travis giggled, which came out as a soft growl. He lifted his paw, big as a mans face, to her shoulder and set it there. He moved his face to hers and rubbed his cheek on her neck.
He looked into the back of the room and saw Seth leaning toward a bottle on his shelf. He suantered over to Seths desk and nudged him, growling deeply. It meant nothing, he just wanted to talk like an animal.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 04:40:35.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Travis
Travis moved silently toward her and rubbed against her knee, purring deeply. He sat down and glared at her, his eyes screaming his true identity. She knew.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 04:35:53.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Travis
Travis couldn't let the the two of them flip out on each other. He nudged the door open with his great white head and purred.
They seemed terrrifyed at first that White Siberian Tiger ahd just tromped into the the room, but by the look on Roses' face, she had a vauge idea it was Travis.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 04:31:52.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: The Night
Travis moved slilently. Of all the animals he would become, this was the most ironic. An odd though crossed his mind. He pushed it aside. His eyesight was sharp, and the cold night air did little to hide the activity of the city. He could hear babies crying, gentleman laughing, and several conversations he shouldnt have listened too.
His paws were soft, and he tread so silently, they never heard him coming. Even though he was the biggest one he had ever seen, he was quieter than a mouse. He could see the door creaked open. Seth and Rose argued inside.
He half smiled, half growled. He sniffed the air and his whiskers shuffled. He could smell...fear. It was coming from Seths office. He became worried. They doubted the mission...or maybe they doubted him. He slunk over the the door, his massive striped body blending so seamlessly with the dark night, he was invisible, although his white fur should have stood out.
His green eyes shot toward the door, and he heard Seth insulting Rose. He grew angry, but figured Seth had a good reason. He decided to drop onto his honches and listen to the conversation.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 04:15:44.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Animal Instinct
"I'll be back later Seth. I have someone to talk to..."
Travis slowly opened the door and slumped out of the room. His mind was busy swirling with things he didnt understand. Why did everything always become so complicated. Rose was blaming herself for Travis' myterious condition, and now Travis was under an ultimatum from a man who apparently had unlimited power. He shook the thoughts from his mind as he opened the door to his sons quarters.
Derric looked at him and frowned. His sons nose swung through the air, until he locked his eyes on his father.
"Who are you?" Travis realized he had not changed. He quickly explained he was Derrics father, but Derric seemed uneasy. "I smell Vampire on you...have you been around them?"
Travis sighed as he sat on his sons bed and twiddled his thumbs. "No son, I am one of them...but there is something else."
At first Derric looked shocked, then his nose twitched again. "I smell lycan too...what is wrong?" He stepped toward his father.
Travis explained the happening of the past few hours to Derric. "My God...really" Derric questioned when Travis had finished.
"Yes...I have a question for you," Travis asked subtley, it sounded odd to be asking his son this.
"What is it?"
"How do I change into an animal?" Travis looked up at his sons face. It was odd how much the boy looked like him. Still, he was terrified of his own child. He feared his sons loyalty might be tested to its brink later down the road. For a moment Travis was lost in this though, and he stared at his boy until he was forced to look away.
"Find you inner beast. What makes you angry, happy, sad, bring those emotions forth and you will transform. The first time is always difficult."
Travis remembered. He remembered his wifes bleeding corpse, Dominics smiling face, his baby son, Rose in high School, the faces of the countless Lycans he had killed. He recalled Rose kissing him, Max smiling, Seth cracking jokes. He drew upon Roses smile, her laugh, her eyes. He felt her hair on his cheek, her teeth in his neck. He remembered the flood of senses that had washed over him when he awoke anew. He remembered all of it.
When he opened his eyes...the world was so different.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 02:23:56.
Edited on 2009-01-26 at 02:26:43 by Babaloo
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Shy Shy
Travis notcied Seths hesitation with Max. He wanted to say something, or just shove the two together, but he restrained himself. He glanced around the wall and saw a weapon in the for sale case marked witha price of 100,000 credits. It was the most beatiful gun he had ever seen.
The Dragon 12-AF. The most powerful, most accurate, most clean running gun man kind had ever created. A flip up LED computer sight, which detevted heat signitures and highlighted hostile targets. A drum clip filled with 100,000 .1000 rounds, the most expensive and powerful round on earth. A folddable stock, lowerable bi-pod, bayonette attachment and a mean streak a mile wide. He drooled. He knew he couldnt afford it...
Posted on 2009-01-24 at 05:29:20.
Edited on 2009-01-24 at 05:30:16 by Babaloo
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Eh...
"And it sucks being the new mutant freak that everyone is worried over. Some things we have to deal with I guess. When life gives you lemons...be creative, make applejuice."
Travis smiled when he saw Max move closer to Seth. He knew she liked him, she was just to damn stubborn to admit it.
Posted on 2009-01-24 at 04:34:51.
Edited on 2009-01-24 at 04:36:11 by Babaloo
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: New Guns, shots in brains...I've got a plan!
"I know Cauldwell. He will have gaurds swarming the place, left and right. It's not possible we could get without suspicion. But there is one exception...If I go in disguised as one of his gaurds, I can easily breach his defenses. With my new...abilities" Travis cringed at the word "I should be able to get you two into the lab to find Cauldwells computer. From there, Max can hack into his files and pull up all the information on the Locust/Vampire program that Caulwell has. While you two do that, I could sneak into Cauldwells office and make sure he dosnt breathe for another day."
Travis was confused. Max said she didnt trust him as much anymore. He was offended...but he understood. He was dangerous to be around. He coud go mad at any moment. He wasnt sure.
"I have no intrest in any information the director wants. At least not that which requires a sacrafice. I may be different, but I'm still Travis, and I refuse to give that dirty bastard one drop of my blood."
Travis was still thinking hard about becoming an animal. He wondered what he would be, which animals blood coursed through his veins. He could not tell, but he tried anyway.
"As for a new gun...I might be interested."
Posted on 2009-01-24 at 02:08:13.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: That is the thing.
"Thats what I'm suggesting. Maybe earlier scientists found out how to mix the two. Then, maybe they injected me by some twist of fate. Its possible nothing happened, so they scrapped that idea and though the combination was a failure. It's quite possible that they simply did not inject me with enough bood from one type of species to cause a mutation in my DNA sequnce. Your may be right, but I dont think thats probabale."
Posted on 2009-01-18 at 04:43:59.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Wait
"If I was Hh, that would still mean I would be Human dominant. If you didnt notice, Mendels reaserch states that, no matter what the recessive gene is, it cannot overpower the Dominant trait. Therefore, regarless if I was Hh, Human would still be Dominant, nullyfying the Lycan or Vampire gene. Simple science."
Travis strained to transform into an animal. It didnt work like Vampire magic..odd...
(And you guys though i didnt know what I was talking about! HAH!)
Posted on 2009-01-18 at 04:37:33.
Edited on 2009-01-18 at 04:39:16 by Babaloo
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Ahhh Genetics
Travis turned around and shook his head.
"Ive done reasearch. The Lyconic Gene is a recessive Genotype. Its not likley that anyone in my family could have been a Lycan, or had the a Homozygous Lyconic Ressesive Genotype. That would mean they would have the be pure bred. Its just like the Vampirism Genotype...reccesive...besides, none of my ancestors had more than two offspring at a time. That cuts the chance of getting the Lyconic Genotype to somewhere around three percent.."
Travis wondered what animal he could turn into. He didnt know how to tranform...
Posted on 2009-01-18 at 04:30:54.
Edited on 2009-01-18 at 04:34:58 by Babaloo
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Odd
Travis felt the pain of having a Vampire touch him, but he flet the sof security of being held by one of his own kind at the smae time. He didnt embrace her hug, but he did not fight it.
He figured she understood his award position. Travis pulled a pistol out of his oversized pants and tossed it on the desk, then he shed the oversized clothes he wearing, until he had nothing but a T-shirt and Shorts on. He wondered.
"Since I'm part Lycan, can I turn into an animal?"
Posted on 2009-01-18 at 04:27:24.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Wait...
"Oh my god...I know...it's so obvious. He works with Cauldwell right? Well why else would he want a blood sample? I must be...a...hybrid...GOD DAMNIT! Travis pounded Seths desk so hard his PC jumped and he cracked the hard oak. "Why else would he want my blood...he's got to be trying to smooth talk me into giving him the recipie for a super soldier. That means...I'm what they are trying to create...we have to find my weakness Rose...if we do, maybe we can counter their soldiers if they manage to engineer them!"
Travis was angry. He was angry at his parents, Cauldwell, Dominic, the Director...and himself.
He didnt deserve Rose. He was filth. He couldt touch her without hurting her. He was a Lycan, and it was possible he could kill her without knowing it.
"Rose. I dont know what this...transformation...will do to me. I'm worreid about your saftey..all of you."
Posted on 2009-01-18 at 04:19:52.
Edited on 2009-01-18 at 04:24:55 by Babaloo
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Has to be!
"Of course. I reaserched my family tree all the way back to the discovery of America. I can assure you I am full human. My parents were both human too."
Travis got an idea.
"Maybe if I tell this Director guy I accept his demands, he will give me the information he ahs now. I know its not a good idea to trust him, but who esle can I trust. I'm just worried he'll want the blood sample first."
Posted on 2009-01-18 at 03:53:29.
Edited on 2009-01-18 at 03:54:28 by Babaloo
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Topic: Mysterious Absence
Subject: Awwww
Imma miss you guys too. I might be able to be on during weekends on occasion, but I wouldnt expect it. Remember, I'm not syaing that I'm leaving, just becoming slower in activity.
Posted on 2009-01-18 at 03:52:16.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Travis
Travis sniffed the air. He couldnt smell any Lycans. He could only smell Rose. Somethign was wrong.
Posted on 2009-01-18 at 03:49:59.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: No
"I can assure you that I do not. My entire family is Human..."
He looked at her oddly. She had leaped back from his touch like he had electricuted her. He felt horrible. Now she couldnt even touch him. What was wrong...
Posted on 2009-01-18 at 03:46:32.
Edited on 2009-01-18 at 03:46:59 by Babaloo
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: I...
"I dont blame you..I dont even know who I am anymore."
He turned back to the E-mail.
"Who is this 'director'. I don't know what I should do. He said there were unpleasant side effects to this...this...whatever is ahppening to me."
Posted on 2009-01-18 at 03:43:05.
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