November is the kickoff for National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for the really cool people. This is the chance for us little people to live the exotic, high-flying lifestyle of the novelist for thirty days. This is your opportunity to write the next great novel in one month. And it costs nothing.
What does it take? First, it takes balls. Second, it takes commitment. Third, it doesn't take good spelling or a good idea. It takes balls because you're going to write a shitload in one month and you have to be able to keep plowing even when you know what you just put to paper was pure horseshit. It takes commitment because you'll need to write 1700 words a day to reach the 50,000 word goal. You pretty much gotta write every day or work doubly hard for every day you take off. I spend about 90-120 minutes a day in November on NaNoWriMo. It doesn't take spelling skills or a complete story. You ain't worried about grammar or editing in November. You can deal with that later. Hell, you'll have 50,000 words to work with.
Why wouldn't you do NaNoWriMo? Because you're a pussy and you're not cool. The only valid reason is if you are incarcerated and only have computer access for thirty minutes a day. And even then only if you were incarcerated for a novel-writing-related crime. If you don't think you have a story to tell, you'll discover one somewhere in the 50,000 words you put down. If you don't consider yourself a novelist, you will by the end of the month. Hell, no author was a novelist until he wrote his first one. Once you have, you can tell the world to go fuck itself, and get ten-percent novelist discounts at your favorite fast food restaurants. Even if you don't finish your novel or reach the 50,000 word goal, whatever you do write is more of a novel than you have right now. What the fuck do you have to do that's more important than this? Nothing. Unless you're a pussy.
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NaNoWriMo
An extremely rough word count of White Rose thus far is 158,000~ words.No, no.
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YOU WANT ME TO WRITE THE EQUIVALENT OF A THIRD OF WHITE ROSE IN A SINGLE MONTH.
No, no.
...Enter White Rose do it do it do it you know you want to go on go on do it. >.> <.<
An extremely rough word count of White Rose thus far is 158,000~ words.EVEN MORE REASON TO DO IT :smug:
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YOU WANT ME TO WRITE THE EQUIVALENT OF A THIRD OF WHITE ROSE IN A SINGLE MONTH.
I felt like entering last year. And the year before. And this year too.
But, you know. :effort:. I also feel unmotivated since - who is going to read whatever garbage I produce anyways?
ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT
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HURT ME MORE.
I am going to do this and I will do it with style.
50,000 words? Big fucking deal. Who the hell do you think I am, huh?! I'M SAKURA RUROUNI HERSELF! AND I'LL DO THE IMPOSSIBLE AND BREAK THAT LIMIT!
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THIS KEYBOARD WILL BE THE KEYBOARD TO PIERCE THE HEAVENS
ROW ROW FIGHT THE DEADLINE
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Oh, Ruro, I love you:blush:r legs
Why it wasn't there instead of here in the first place, I'll never know... >.>I could have moved it to PSL in a jiffy, but I also don't want people to think that their 50,000 words somehow need to be posted in PSL after they're done, or that it has to be Touhou fanfic. :<
I could have moved it to PSL in a jiffyEh, seeing as this isn't an overly serious thing in the first place, it's totally fine here in CPMC. In fact, CPMC can use some ~*~culture~*~ such as the fine art of writing once in a while :V
I suck at writing, I can't come up with ideas worth crap.
I suck at consistency, I usually give up on stuff like this inside a week.
You know what?
HELL WITH IT.
It's ON.
Everyone should break out Renpy and write VNs for this thing. (Would lines of code count towards the word limit?)
Incidentally, I decided to check how many words 1700 is:
You need to write that much EVERY DAY.
Who's in? I'm totally doing it. 8)You should make a list of everyone who's particiapting.
NANOWRIMO 2010 GET HYPE:toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown: :toot: :getdown:
Just so people know, the entire point of NaNoWriMo is to train your consistency in writing. Just writing. Not in thinking up stories, not in clever wordplay, not in literary craftmanship. Just writing.Huh. This is pretty much the opposite of my attitude towards anything. When writing something, I tend to tinker around mentally for quite some time until I find the precise phrasing I am comfortable with, that precise phrasing often having the form of quite lengthy and convoluted sentence-structures which upon proper reading are still correct and coherent, containing vocabulary that is overly technical, so that a maximized amount of information can be squeezed into a minimized amount of words while still being digest- and understandable, at least for me.
The point is all that stuff can be taken care of later, and the first copy will always suck anyways so there's no point in trying to make it good, just make it.
Oh yeah also post your NaNo profile so we can add each other and watch each other's progress :]
NaNoWriMo
I might as well write 2,500 words per day total (2,000 in NaNoWriMo, 500 outside) because I promised myself that I would resume Ragnarok Syndrome, Gensokyo on Starboard, The Shortest Story Ever Told and Parasol of the Glazed Moon.No Girls With Ties? Sad. I wanted to beat up everyone as Tenshi and take their swords. :<
About how much is 1700 words/50,000 in MS Word pages?1700 words is like 3 pages single spaced with no breaks or anything.
I have really weird writing measurements :<
No Girls With Ties? Sad. I wanted to beat up everyone as Tenshi and take their swords. :<Like I said before, Girls with Ties (and with that, Trash of the New Generation) utterly failed because I had almost no control or plans for how the stories would go. It was a train wreck waiting to happen (but it did anyways!).
Nat Tea/Chojacute edit
Yeah that'd be a challenge.That's kinda the point man :3
Favorite novels: Higurashi, Umineko
It took me 2.5 years to write the 126,386 word monster called Frame of the Undying Fortitude, probably 1.5 years to make it not even halfway that fa-Remember though, when you wrote it you probably did it in chunks every once in a while when you felt like it. And when you did you probably proofread while you wrote.
Oh fuck it, lemme think about it.
.... don't make a VN for NaNoWriMo, Suikama :VWho says I can't make a VN script though? BV
Remember though, when you wrote it you probably did it in chunks every once in a while when you felt like it. And when you did you probably proofread while you wrote.
A romantic scenario that involves Nitori's washing machine.
On the FUCKING fence.
I want to do this because, hey it might actually end well. On the other hand, I'm at a terrible point where I have zero (fucking) motivation and can't do a god damn thing. If I don't beat my head against something hard enough to cause brain damage then maybe I'll join...I have no (fucking) idea.
Also, the link to Odda C's profile in the OP goes to Acidus'.Oops >_<
Taking bets now as to how many people here actually finish their novel.
[I'm going for 3 or less.]
Taking bets now as to how many people here actually finish their novel.With 50,000 words, I can finish Sweet Dreams.
[I'm going for 3 or less.]
930 words before getting sick of this shit. How do you people do it?Unconciously count how many words I type in IRC.
I must be MAD (http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/703410). I made a second account just for MotK! That makes 4200 words a day, minimum!...
The relevant part on the FAQ. (http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node/402737)
The relevant part on the FAQ. (http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node/402737)Hmm. I was planning to flaunt the rules from the start and just write 50,000 words...
Wheee (http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/716126)
Amperschwa
I'm laughing, but I don't quite understand why. :P
My book starts in Hell!Yay for happy books!
My book starts in Hell!
[12:04:47 AM] headcrabs: Hell. Hell never changes.
Just finished mine. (http://www.megaupload.com/?d=WW5WE9BL)
Just finished mine. (http://www.megaupload.com/?d=WW5WE9BL)what?
what?
it just started you LIAR. At most you've had like 32 hours to do it.
Is what I'd say but there are people who've actually finished already and that scares me. (The highest word count I see from anyone at the moment is at 5k, and I seem to be leading MotK with 4k and am about to be resuming work @_@)
...what, I don't see this as a competition, that's totally not where I'm getting my drive from, shut up
The "no backspace" unwritten rule is a stupid rule and I'm ignoring it.I have been backspacing like crazy. It's a really bad habit I've gotten into (But in return I very rarely ever have to go and do a full second draft; I just go back and do a bit of editing, before I've got something I'm ready to put online)
The "no backspace" unwritten rule is a stupid rule and I'm ignoring it.
Also 230 words awwww yeeeeah.
FFFFF is it too late to join?There are people that have joined and successfully completed the challenge within the final 24 hours (Although it is utterly ridiculous to do so, of course).
Because what the hell, I have nothing better to do while I'm sick anyway.
Man... This is some not-good writing that would make my Creative Writing prof' stab me in the head (and my proofreaders would probably stab me, too. :ohdear:) but it's... kindasortamaybefun.
I think.
I don't know it all looks so disorganized and ohgod. :ohdear:
But that's what I normally do. :V </self-depreciation humor>I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours.
Also, summary and crap incoming. Oh holy criminy you people are going to laugh in the worst possible way. Probably awkwardly. Or not at all. Or something.
Innuendo is fun.Oh dear lord this sounds ridiculous and hilarious.
Welp. Here it is. :blush: (http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/722264)
I never claimed it was good or pleasant! I only claimed that it was in Times New Roman and had some silliness.
Wait, no. I never claimed anything, come to think of it.
Woo someone potentially likes it! Motivation, go!There is when you're trying not to write it because you actually do have a seriously awesome plot and characters and shit trying to be the focus - and deserving - and yet you have trouble making it through the first two pages without someone getting groped.
And there is nothing wrong with porn or smut. :V
I'm just happy that I got to start my story in Hell, and a demon is one of the main characters. And at this rate, he may be my favorite. I didn't expect him to be this awesome!
There is when you're trying not to write it because you actually do have a seriously awesome plot and characters and shit trying to be the focus - and deserving - and yet you have trouble making it through the first two pages without someone getting groped.
But I'm succeeding. So far.
goddamnit every time I try to come up with something original it's been done beforeyou're writing disgaea fanfiction? =O
goddamnit every time I try to come up with something original it's been done before
goddamnit :ohdear:
goddamnit every time I try to come up with something original it's been done before
goddamnit :ohdear:
Dude, you are really hard on yourself about this. Even Shakespeare drew from the works of people before him. You don't have to re-invent the wheel. Even if you're using well-established plot devices, the important thing is to own them, make them your own, and give them your own voice. That's all that matters.This.
Mine is Nanoha + Fallout + the first half of Gurren Lagann! Hooray for originality~!
Guys at this rate I'm going to spend more time updating the OP than writing :ohdear:You could wait untill the end of the day to update wordcounts :V
Guys at this rate I'm going to spend more time updating the OP than writing :ohdear:Then just worry about updating once a day or whatever? I know at least a couple of us have Writing Buddy'd the whole of MotK's entrants, and are watching it on there 8D
Just finished mine. (http://www.megaupload.com/?d=WW5WE9BL)
She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. I?ll see you on the other side? Everyone? And then she started running.
[2010-10-30 22:45:49] <Lloyd> <TranceHime> me neither <-- but you're still in on it >w<
[22:46:05] <TranceHime> Lloyd: yeah because i can
[22:46:10] <Anthony> screw it I might as well join in now
[22:46:30] <Lloyd> That's the spirit!... I guess =w=
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[22:58:41] <Lloyd> I'll, uhh... think about it :ohdear:
[22:59:01] <Gouda_Tsuyoshi> Eh, it's nothin' you really have to do if you don't want to
Sounds cool, but I literally have no time for 3 pages' worth of words every day...Or at least... I don't want to be called or known a pussy T_T
Is what I'd say if I were a pussy. And I am not a pussy.
it doesn't matter if it's crap. In fact, it's pretty much expected of you. I'm going to write crap, you're going to write crap, we're all going to write crap. Crap is better than nothing because it can always be refined and made into not-crap later. The goal is just to get a rough draft laid out.
Just so people know, the entire point of NaNoWriMo is to train your consistency in writing. Just writing. Not in thinking up stories, not in clever wordplay, not in literary craftmanship. Just writing.
The point is all that stuff can be taken care of later, and the first copy will always suck anyways so there's no point in trying to make it good, just make it.
Huh. This is pretty much the opposite of my attitude towards anything. When writing something, I tend to tinker around mentally for quite some time until I find the precise phrasing I am comfortable with, that precise phrasing often having the form of quite lengthy and convoluted sentence-structures which upon proper reading are still correct and coherent, containing vocabulary that is overly technical, so that a maximized amount of information can be squeezed into a minimized amount of words while still being digest- and understandable, at least for me....though not as elaborate and deep-worded as Iryan could, I think.
ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT
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HURT ME MORE.
Even if I don't complete what I start in a month, there's nothing wrong with using what I do come up with and finishing it late. I'd still feel pretty damn accomplished. =O
I suck at writing, I can't come up with ideas worth crap.
I suck at consistency, I usually give up on stuff like this inside a week.
You know what?
HELL WITH IT.
It's ON.
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Nothing motivates like having a group of awesome people doing the same daunting task as you 8)
I haven't even started yet. Go me! :toot:For being the first few people in this, we aren't doing so well huh :x
Day 2 end, word count at 10022.Damnit, my pride is now at stake! Ffffff
?There she is!? Rapid footfalls filled the dark town entrance.
?Oro?? It wasn?t an exclamation of surprise?more a note of curiosity. You can?t help but attract (often unwanted) attention when you?re a red-head with a blade a good meter and a half over regulation size (regulation size being no more than 2 inches).
?Wait, I don?t remember them mentioning her having a scar like that?.? One of the men said as the light from the solitary lantern burning nearby fell upon the red-head?s cheek, revealing a curious scar. That was the other problem. It didn?t help that she had a rather hard-to-miss five-pointed sakura-shaped scar on her cheek either.
?She?s a girl with a sword! She fits the bill! How many other sword-totting girls have you seen around here??
??.c-come now, let?s not be unreasonable, I say.? The red-head smiled what would?ve been a disarming smile if only it didn?t seem as if she was fighting with her bladder at the same time. ?I am but a Rurouni passing through this town. I will be no tro-??
?The boss wanted her packing an hour ago. Let?s ice her then let her burn with the rest of her dojo!?
??Ice?? The red-head rurouni cocked her head to one side, thoughtfully. ?Doesn?t sound cool at all, I say.?
?We came all the way out here and we ended up being the ones stuck with search duty while the others have their pick of the village girls?..I say we have our fun before we stick her permanently.? Grins crept across the faces of the men as, as one, they slowly advanced on the red-head.
??.Stop!? The red-head cried out, a sudden alarm taking over her calm.
?No stopping us no-?.? The men were about to advance when one suddenly went down under the crushing weight of a pair of sandals and 80 pounds of angry girl. She had flown out of the darkness and was back in the air, leaping towards a second man, ready to apply a knee-cap to his cranium?.
?.only, her flight was cut-short as the second man ducked and caught her by her legs, swung her, before letting her dangle by her ankle like some angler?s prize catch.
A long, metallic object clattered noisily on the ground. ?Oy, that?s the sword!? One of the men exclaimed as he stepped over his fallen comrade to inspect the fallen blade. He kicked it up into his hand and unsheathed it halfway. ??it?s the Tenshi Sukimagi-Ryu?s sacred blade Tenshi Sukima Zan Ken. It?s her all right.?
?Girls playing with swords?..hah! Who do you think you are? The Sakura Rurouni?!?
?Your dojo?s washed up, like the rest of your god-forsaken village. It will be consumed in the fires of the Moerin clan?s revolution!?
The upside-down girl didn?t seem to be listening, being too busy struggling and flailing about.
?Excuse me, I fear you all have forgotten a few things?.? The red-head Rurouni intoned rather ominously as she ??.you carry katanas and yet you have forgotten the code of the sword, you have forgotten that I am here, and?.one more thing?.?
??.Wait?that scar?.doesn?t it look like?.?
??.a flower?.? Wait, the Sakura Rurouni has?.?
?Oh shi-?.?
Day 1 end results:Holy hell Gapster, did you bend time and space to do this? XD
Main Novel Word Count: 7439 words
MotK Novel Word count: 4742 words
Gappy, will this have AKU SOKU ZAN in it
Please say it will ;-;
Holy hell Gapster, did you bend time and space to do this? XD
Looks nice, looking forward to the full story~
EDIT: Btw, I cheated - I got a head start over the weekend. :P
Holy hell Gapster, did you bend time and space to do this? XDLike I said, she's using a secret Amazonian time management technque.
Looks nice, looking forward to the full story~
... I'm good at selective perception, didn't see that :V
Though I almost assumed it since I knew someone else did that as well :3
Like I said, she's using a secret Amazonian time management technque.
Because Gappy is Wonder Woman and nothing you can say will make me think otherwise. >.>
...Gaaah need to get back to writing need to write more need to make this deadline gaaah.
??greed, theft, bullying, toying with hearts of young maidens?..BLACK.?
The air shimmered. Heat rose up like a rather lazy spirit drenched in sweat. The flowers were in full bloom, their colours burning almost as radiantly as the blazing sun above. It was still a long time to go till the blessed rains of autumn, but for now it was a time to blossom and shine with all their glory. They waved a little, majestically, despite the complete lack of breeze.
??greed, bullying, selling fake medicine, toying with the hearts of young maidens?.BLACK.?
The sun blazed. Insects buzzed, busy buzzing.
??.greed, bullying, infidelity, polyamory, toying with the hearts of young maidens?.BLA-?..? The tall, crested?now slightly sweat-drenched Yama-hat, rustled gently as the visage underneath it shook itself in an attempt to shrug the heat out of its vision. The sharp, stern diamond-glazed sapphire eyes blinked. Even in the darkness of the shadow beneath the hat?s wide brim, the eyes glowed with?.if not the burning fires of justice, then at least, at the moment, the glowing embers of impartiality. ??.Ruro.? The verdict fell.
It was a fair verdict. For this particular?.thing?.was a class?no, a league of its own. It was also holding out a hand to the immortal judge of the seven hells as if asking for lunch money.
?Strawberries.? It said.
The air stirred a little. A light breeze blew by, as if to cover the rather awkward, embarrassing silence. The fiery sunlight glinted blindingly off the golden emblem on the Yama-hat, lighting up the smooth, fair, infuriatingly innocent face that now gazed up at the young judge.
The Rurosaka shrine did not have shrinemaidens. It had swordsmaidens.
?Yuka?s singing karaoke again.? The young swordsmaiden explained. Here, in Gensokyo, that was not only an explanation, it was considered ?Too Much Information?.
??.Black.? Shiki shook her head in pity, both at the poor fools who were too slow, stupid or catatonic to outrun/fly the sonic boom that would now be engulfing the sunflower fields in a shroud of death at the speed of sound, and at herself. It was already a busy day. Now she knew it was only going to get busier.
She looked over the distance at the long, miserable queue of spirits leading up to the Sanzu river. She could just about spot Komachi coming to dock, carrying an entire ferryload of spirits, which was against occupational health and safety protocols (yes, the dead are big on occupational health. It?s the new ?in? thing.). Besides, it doesn?t look good when something as significant as life after death is treated like a factory production line.
?Maybe I should just fire Komachi and build a bridge?.? A treacherous part of her mind thought?.but she quickly shook off that thought, blaming it on the heat and the strawberryesque distraction.
This was perhaps Justice?s joke on her. She, who dispensed it, was given none. She glared down at it?.her?.Justice, and sighed, ??.we?ve already had a strawberry break an hour ago.?
?So?? The swordsmaiden asked, as if the fact was of no relevance whatsoever. It wasn?t. Not to her. She was very quantal in her view of JUSTICE. The past has had plenty of strawberries. The future has yet to have any. So it is only JUST that there be plenty of strawberries in the future too. ?You need a strawberry break.? She added.
In their relationship, this was their equivalent of a suggestive wink, a gentle caress, a deep, lustful gaze, and an invitation to use the bathroom.
She was very quantal in her view of JUSTICE. The past has had plenty of strawberries. The future has yet to have any. So it is only JUST that there be plenty of strawberries in the future too.ahahaha what
Word cout at 666
Fate/Stay Night: ~800,000 wordsGood Lord :ohdear:
Clannad: ~600,000 words
KS: ~600,000 words
Damnit, my pride is now at stake! Ffffff
Also I'm so damn picky with my words, that I'm going slow. This is gonna be a three or four hour ordeal to surpass the 10k mark today... welp, got nothing better to do 8D
To be fair, Suikama, that's 3 different routes in Fate which already cuts it down to maybe 270,000 each. And that's ignoring bad ends and omake stuff like the Tiger Dojos.Katawa Shoujo, that VN that started on 4chan and then the devs branched off and have been working on it since.
Broke 5k today with a last-ditch push after chess. Tired. =_=
(And should I recognise the KS abbreviation? Because I don't. :[)
"Yeah, I'll just go the long way to lunch." Iyo spoke up, turning toward the mollusk like teacher who she knew was only concerned for her well being. "If I go along with Butch, odds are, you'll have to pick up his pieces after I pulverize his rocky ass. I don't want to burden ya'll with that."I really like writing this girl...if I can ever get into the right mood, I'd have a field day on her...
and then stuff happenedwat
To be fair, Suikama, that's 3 different routes in Fate which already cuts it down to maybe 270,000 each. And that's ignoring bad ends and omake stuff like the Tiger Dojos.
Also Nasu is well-known for using a hundred words where one will do. He may have a cool setting and has a good sense for fight scenes and general badassery, but he's not a very good writer.Molluscs...
When Taillte walked outside of her house, still in her night gown, she saw two figures in the distance arguing. One appeared to be Etainne, and the other appeared to be a girl in similar garb, but with different hair color, and it was shorter than Etainne's ground-length hair. Taillte wondered who the other person was (it was Vallar, who had tried to play a prank on Etainne that morning but was discovered), and approached the two of them. Etainne looked relatively calm, but the other girl seemed verily indignant. Etainne turned to Taillte. "Oh, good morn, child," she said nonchalantly. "Do not mind me, this is a mere incident, please do go get dressed." before going back to dismissing the girl's incessant threats to beat her up. The child growled. "Hey, listen to me, Etainne, I, Vallar, am going to get back at you for what you did to me all those years!"
"What? Those were your own incompetence."
"Grr...!"
"Now, please, leave me be. I have things to take care of."
"No! I demand a fight!"
"...What?"
"We shall fight! With fisticuffs! You and me! No weaponry! No below the belt hits!"
"You've got to be kidding me. We're /kids/."
"Shut up, you know that's a lie!"
"Not in front of the kid."
"..."
Taillte tilted her head and ran back to her house, possibly because she now realized that she was still in her night gown, and she had just woken up, and had a strangely arousing dream the previous night. Vallar and Etainne continued to throw words at each other, wearing Etainne's patience further and further, before she finally relented, saying that she would oblige to Vallar's requests to fight like gentlemen, even if they were young women. The two of them stood by the large tree on the vale, and Vallar jumped up and down excitedly. She had the advantage, for she wore clothing that allowed for more mobility. Sadly, it was not enough, Etainne had superior CQC skills, and was able to read all of Vallar's subpar movements and her punches. Not to mention that despite her heavy robes, she could still swing her arm fairly hard, and ended up socking Vallar right in the face, knocking her down, and into unconsciousness. Etainne sighed and looked up back at Dagdanos, and swore that it sighed in disappointment, as if it knew that Vallar was foolish in her decision. "Sir Dagdanos, you know how much the Tlachtga respects you," Etainne said quietly to herself. "Why won't your pilot do the same with me? It's annoying." she then walked away, leaving Vallar's unconscious body under the tree, all she could see were stars flying around her face.
?Heeeeeh, Lia~?
?Heeeeeeeeeh?
?...?
?...?
?Is she asleep??
Liane felt someone poking her in the ribs with a stick.
?Stabby stabby~?
?Heh, heh, wake up Lia~?
?She?s not moving. Do you think she is dead??
?Eeeeeeeeh? She?s still breathing, look!?
?Awwwwww, so I can?t set her on fire??
?No you can?t, Allie. It?s not nice to set Lia on fire! She will get angry and then we will not get dinner!?
?How mean! I don?t want to go to bed without dinner! But we need her to wake up...?
?Let?s stabby stabby her more~?
?Yaaaaay~?
She heard the sound of the two girls running away, then a moment later they were back at her side.
?She?s still not waking up...?
?Yeah...?
?Hehehe, just come a bit closer and I you will have the scare of your life?, Liane thought to herself, preparing to jump up at any moment.
?Eeeeeh, maybe we really need to set her on fire...?
?Oh, so can I? Can I??
The voice sounded excited. Liane heard a scraping sound, then a stinging smell penetrated the air...
?GASOLINE??
?STOP! I?m awake, I?m awake!?, she screamed as she jumped up at once, stumbling a few steps back to avoid being potential roast beef.
?What is wrong with you, did you really just try to kill m-?, she stopped in the middle of her words as her brain took in the sight before her.
Two girls were standing before her. They were Franziska and Aleena, the two lolis whom she called friends.
?Ah...?
Franzi let out a sound of surprise and let go off the sticks she was holding, probably to poke Liane some more. Four sticks, all of them with marshmallows waiting to be roasted on the end, clattered to the ground. Something in Liane?s brain signaled her that this should not be possible, that it was another of those things she had already noticed before, but her attention was drawn to Aleena and the thought was lost. Aleena was staring at her with wide eyes and her mouth open while gasoline poured down from a container she was holding right onto the spot that Liane had been lying on a second before. The small girl seemed to be more disappointed than anything else.
?Awwww, she woke up. That?s mean...?
?Let me tell you something, Liane. What humans can perceive in this world can be divided into several levels. Normal humans, like you, have a natural restriction to only access the first level of reality, the superficial world ruled by logic and reason. But that is not all there is. You have noticed the strange happenings around here. Things that should not be possible. Things happening without you being able to see the cause, right? Most people might call those things supernatural, but in fact they are not. They are rooted in physical reality just as much as everything else. In other words, those things are physically there, but most humans are incapable of perceiving them. It?s been that way for ages. Mythology, religion, superstition, a lot of it stems from humans that deliberately or accidentially breached the realms of human perception and caught a glimpse of the higher levels. The things you have noticed as being strange here? They are only strange because you can?t ?see? the actual happenings yet. Right now though, the Doc is removing your natural limiter, and you will be able to see more of the truth of reality. Be prepared to kiss your beloved logic and reason goodbye.?, Ophelia chuckled.
Liane wasn?t sure she understood completely. Her eyes felt like someone was putting pressure on them. So there were things that existed but she just couldn?t see. And that was supposed to explain everything that happened here? She couldn?t imagine what kind of things those should be. Nothing she could think of that could exist in this world would explain what she had seen. Suddenly, the tingling stopped. Her eyes still hurt a bit when the teacher removed her hands.
?There, you should be able to access a new level of perception now. Have fun~? , she heard the teacher?s voice.
Slowly, very slowly, Liane opened her eyes. She could make out a blurry face in front of her that became clearer as she blinked a few times. The teacher was looking down at her, smiling happily. Nothing seemed off about her. Then she noticed someone moving around impatiently next to her.
?Heh, heh, Lia! Can you see? Can you??, she heard Franzi?s cheerful voice next to her.
Liane slowly turned her head over to the little girl, then her eyes grew wide. She blinked once, then twice. Then she fainted. The last thing she was before the world turned black was the little girl waving at her with four arms at once...
?So, tests are coming up. Scared??
From the playful tone in his voice, it was clear Kiyoshi had a good deal of confidence in itself. Sango was tempted to mention that he might have a harder time passing if he ended up late for the exam, but that seemed like a bad way to start the morning.
?What, scared? Me? You?re kidding, right??
Maybe she was prone to going wandering when no-one was looking, but that didn?t mean Sango was a slacker. She did her studying, and practiced what she could. Her trips to the surface were a chance to use her training more practically, so if anything they should have been complimenting her for initiative.
Kiyoshi chuckled at that. The act seemed to wake him up slightly, and his slouch over the table dissipated.
?Well, you?ve got nothing to worry about, do you? You?ve got the Big J in the palm of your hand.?
Sango?s entire body went tense.
?P-Phwee?!?
This was a well-known nervous tic of hers. When Sango?s nerves got the better of her, she would start giving off panicked ?phwee? noises, whistling as if she were still a dolphin. She dropped her breakfast back on the plate, standing up with a look of shock on her face.
?I-It?s nothing like that, I swear! I just think he?s a really good teacher, okay?!?
Kiyoshi was unfazed by Sango?s sudden outburst. He went from slouching in his seat to sitting back comfortably, smirking dryly to himself.
?Yeah, yeah. Sometimes I wonder if you want to have his kids and not mine.?
That was enough to overload Sango?s brain entirely. She attempted to offer a response for a few seconds, but only puzzled phwees drifted out of her mouth. She eventually resigned herself to her seat, her face a bright shade of red.
Kiyoshi allowed himself another chuckle, but let the point drop. He?d had his fun, and his poking was only meant to be playful. Maybe it was poorly aimed, but he had no honest intention to hurt her feelings. She was just fun to toy with, and THAT subject was always enough to get her flustered.
Sango ate the rest of her breakfast in silence, occasionally looking up at Kiyoshi in faux hurt. As payback she gave him a swift kick to the shin, and even though it did no real damage he played along with an exaggerated flinch. They had a strange relationship - it definitely worked in terms of being friends, but if they had to live together like a married human couple they?d drive each other absolutely insane.
And given what they were expected to do in a few years, it was closer to the latter than the former.
>:( >:( >:( >:( >:( >:( >:( >:( >:( >:( >:( >:(We have no life
How the hell do you people get 5 digits of words in two days?!
They walked a few minutes side by side, with none of them saying a word. Gerald still didn't really get what was going on, and Frank waited for Gerald to ask a very specific question.
?How does this world work, anyway??
And there it was.
?I waited for that one, Gerald. You see, this world has a few rules it must follow under all circumstances.?
?And those would be??
?Well, first off, nothing that hasn't been mentioned in any way in the story exists here.?
?So it only can become reality here if I write about it at least once??
?Exactly.?
As Gerald looked straight ahead, he realised that the lines of building just stopped. He also didn't spot the road anymore. As he looked on his feet, he saw that he almost fell down the road.
?Gerald, what are you doing there?? Frank yelled at him from behind, before walking to him and looking in the same direction has Gerald does. ?Huh, never noticed that.?
?Never noticed that? Everything just stops and you're telling me that you have never even seen??
?Why would I? There is absolutely nothing in that direction.?
?And what if anybody else accidently fell down there??
?I don't see the reason to come here in the first place.?
Excerpts? Sure thing, here~QuoteAwesome
And a bit later, when the actual fun part of the story is about to start for real:QuoteMore Awesome
Now I'm going to be grinning madly to my patients for the rest of the day. Thank you, Tuna.Hehe :3
More Franzi please!
We have no life
:3
managed to write only 1000 words today orz
also what the fuck am i doing writing something like horror(if this even passes for it)??? i've never willingly seen a horror film or read a book from that genre. i'm stupid
Ivan stretched wearily as the alarm went off. As much as he loved to be out at sea doing the job he loved, waking up at four in the morning to get prepped was never fun. He pounded his alarm a little aggressively and forced himself out of bed. The thought that he would be out at sea in four hours was the only thing getting him awake. Snatching a robe hanging from the closet door near the bed, he made his way out and into the kitchen of his tiny apartment. It wasn?t worth investing in a house when he only spent time at home a handful of weeks every year. The smell of coffee greeted Ivan and lifted his mood a small bit. Investing in that fancy coffee maker with an automatic timer was one of the best things he had ever done.
Sipping his black coffee he switched on the television and turned it to the news station. He crossed his fingers as the weather girl appeared to deliver his fate.
?We?ve had some beautiful weather for the past few days but be careful out there today folks. Massive storms will be rolling in and will last throughout the day. Don?t forget your umbrella!?
?Fuck me, just my luck.?
It figures that there would be perfect weather up until it was time to leave port. Looks like this was going to be a rough morning for the crew. With a grumble Ivan sat his now half-empty coffee cup on the counter and made his way to the bathroom to get showered and ready. As hot water ran over him, Ivan could feel himself getting more and more awake. As he awoke he felt his mood worsen at the prospect of having to prep the ship in a storm, it always meant that they would be late on departure.
Hell.
It wasn?t quite typical to the average person?s conception of it. There were no winged devils prodding people with pitchforks, no seas of fire, no wailing of the damned (or at least not too much of it). The walls were not cavernous pillars, the roof was open to the skies above, which were a familiar blue. At a glance, it didn?t look all that different from the real world.
But Hell it was nonetheless. The people there were there for punishment after the lives they had lived, ostensibly to purify their souls. While they had formed a rough sort of community, it was only out of need for something familiar, and the same crimes that had damned them to their torment here continued to make their lives miserable.
Which was perfect. Hell, it turned out, was a grand sort of sweet shop for the demons that ran it. They fed off the hate, the fear, and the anger of those imprisoned, each to their own kind. When a soul had reached redemption, the demons could tell simply by the fact that it no longer provided nourishment for them. Of course, the demons would keep them around and torture the souls themselves, except that it was banned by the whole arrangement itself. Seeing as the deal meant that the demons basically had a permanent 12-course buffet at all times, and they were never satiated, none of them really wanted to disrupt the system anyway, and any who went rogue would be swiftly dealt with by his compatriots.
It drove Valraden absolutely nuts.
I'm going to start at some point today. Totally.dont give up ruro ;-;
Hopefully.
:ohdear:
I'm going to start at some point today. Totally.
Hopefully.
:ohdear:
You should hit 5k by todayWell I'm halfway there :ohdear:
I can't bring myself to write today, instead I spent the day playing Fire Emblem 6.alright, can't really blame you for that one :V
Crap.
Oh that's right :3"I'm Suikama"?
"I'm Suikama"?Oh (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEOy4zEVFoU) Yeah (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8moU5m3EWQ) BV
20k get!You have my envy
"Shoot the Tengu"I see nothing wrong with this.
1. It has to have at least two women in it,How many of us can happily say we failed this? 8D
2. Who talk to each other,
3. About something besides a man.
The Bechdel Writing Test is a simple test usually applied both to paper and film writing, and is as follows:How many of us can happily say we failed this? 8D
I have discovered a problem.The opposite is coming up with a stupid alternative to a smart plan because none of your characters are smart enough (or vocal enough) to come up with something like what you originally intended.
When I'm trying to make characters smarter than I am, and they're supposed to come up with brilliant plans, and oh crap I can't think of anything...
I have discovered a problem.
When I'm trying to make characters smarter than I am, and they're supposed to come up with brilliant plans, and oh crap I can't think of anything...
The Bechdel Writing Test is a simple test usually applied both to paper and film writing. How many of us can happily say we failed this? 8D
I would wager that MotK, being what it is, would actually be quite strong on the Bechdel coefficient. A more interesting question would then be to pose is how many fail the Inverse Bechdel Test?
I would wager that MotK, being what it is, would actually be quite strong on the Bechdel coefficient. A more interesting question would then be to pose is how many fail the Inverse Bechdel Test?This is.... startlingly accurate. Oh dear.
?The King?s words were not ones of confidence; he was not boasting or gloating. If anything, he looked to me like he was expecting such a result, and, his expectation being proven true, was almost disappointed. I realized then what is now, in hindsight, obvious ? I was looking at a man who wished to die. I could no longer hold in the questions, for nothing else remained in my thoughts. I asked the question at the forefront of my mind, the one from which the rest emerged, like cracks on ice ? had he done this before? The King?s answer led to another question, the answer to that led to another, and another, and another, and for nearly two days I spoke with the King face to face, as a priest would talk to a confessor in one of the sacred churches in the northern kingdom. After all these many years, I still do not have all the answers, but my conclusion then was as it remains now ? the King of the kingdom of stone and steel was, as far as I can comprehend it, immortal. Yet he did not seem to me like a man who felt himself blessed. He had a resignation in him that I had never seen in the most wretched of drunkards and vagrants, whom life had chewed up and swallowed whole, merely shells of men, already dead without knowing it. He felt bound by a purpose that he could not throw away, he told me, forcing him along a path of life beyond his choosing. I believed him then, and I have all the more reason to believe him now, that he remained living for a purpose that he was destined to carry out ? whether he wished it or not.?
I am now officially 50% into the thingdaaaaamn Trance :o
in 5 days
holy shit :o
How on Earth do you right that much ???The same way I do
I am now officially 50% into the thingAgh, I hate you so much right now.
in 5 days
holy shit :o
My eyes close and open. I have begun the dreaming. It has been said that dreams are a window to the unconscious, the part of one's mind that cannot be easily seen. It is to better understand myself that I have begun this sojourn into my mind. Perhaps I will "have a jolly good show" as the stereotype of the gentleman would have me say. Why, people will ask, why have you begun a journey into the depths of your mind? Surely you could go to an expert and see these things with greater ease.
That is true. An expert would surely be able to see the images and phantasms that I will perceive on this path. But it is for that very reason that I must do this alone. Surely, the person who understands me the best is myself, right?
My eyes close as I fall into the world of my mind. Thus has begun the first of my dreams...
I love that the opening post no longer even attempts to track wordcounts 8D
http://www.nanowrimo.org/widget/WordWar/Number1-Number2-Number3-...-NumberN-pc.pngI have every member of MotK on my writing buddies list, plus like 10-15 other people I know, that I'm
Try this, bitch.
EDIT: Also, I got a great plot idea. I'LL REACH THOSE BLOODY 50K!
?What day is it today anyway? Whatever, to me it seemed like it was yesterday.
And no, I'm not posting an excerpt. I doubt anyone would be interested, anyway.
I posted an excerpt to my super robot story and nobody cares about that bar one or two people :fail:
Now that I introduced romance, word padding is now far easier!
32k+ seems a reasonable goal for tomorrow, and maybe I can go past thatD: < :parsee:
32k+ seems a reasonable goal for tomorrow, and maybe I can go past that
Progress is good.
Now that I introduced romance, word padding is now far easier!
when her muse hit her like a brick. Damnit.I now have the mental image of E-mouse sailing through the air and smashing into your friend.
After switching my topics, I can finally write.So no murdering Aya?
This is such a relief I don't even know.
This is the whole of my novel.Best Story Ever
This is a novel that I am writing. It won?t be impressive, but I?ll try.
This is the story of... a guy.
We?ll call him ?Jeff.?
?Jeff Insert Last Name Here?
So no, I don?t think his last name is important.
An old lady behind a desk looked up from her computer.
?Mr. Smith.? Ah, okay.
?Are you paying attention??
Jeff looked over. ?Uh...?
?Didn?t think so.?
(size=huge)FUCK IT ALL. I'M DONE WITH CANON AND BEING POLITICALLY CORRECT AND ALL THAT BULLSHIT. IT'S OVER!!! I'M TAKING THIS TO LEFT FIELD BABY!!!!!(/size)GOOD JOB
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Arara...this is what happens when people slack off.
GOOD JOB
Now if I could find the muse that ran away from me a couple days ago I might be able to break 25k or something.
A road trip sounds awesome.
I imagine there was a fresh breeze to maintain sensual gratification?
"Who did you eavesdrop on anyway?" Kumada asked, bypassing the rumor factor and looking to find out who would even speak of such odd information.
"Erm...Miss Shirazawa and Mr. Toshizuko..." Iyo remarked, opening her mouth to say something else, but hesitated as her face flushed a bright pink. "I...overheard them talking about it after they had, uhm...did the nasty."
?Do you know why you?re here??
The principal was a relatively fat, balding man. A triangular plaque on his desk read ?Mr. Tennerman.?
Jeff scoffs. ?I fell asleep in class. No offense to Mr. Schindler, but he is an ass.?
?Jeff!?
Jeff reclines in his seat. ?First impression, man.?
?You?re not making a very good one.?
?In relation to how I am, I?d say that it isn?t very misleading at all, like good first impressions should be.?
Mr. Tennerman motions toward the door. ?Get out of my office. This is your one warning.?
Jeff?s Schedule-------Teacher---Room-Comments--------------
01 Algebra 1 Schindler 1101 Sucks.
02 Computer Program 1 Taylor 307 Sucks.
03 World History Mear 414 Sucks.
04 Lunch What? Sucks.
05 English 1 Rodman 1004 Sucks.
06 Biology Lester 618 Sucks.
07 Phys. Ed. Cantwell Gym Sucks.
So here I am halfway throughCOME ON RUN AWAYwriting smutdeepening character relationships, and my music player suddenly starts blaring out EVERYBODY'S SUPER SONIC RACING and the mood was dead in seconds. D:
I plan to break the halfway point by this weekend!
I plan to break the halfway point by this weekend!o/
"You were still planning to leave without consulting me first. I am the law here, I am the ruler here, you do nothing unless I wish it!" The principle rose her arm and swung toward Takashi with a brutal force, sending him off his feet and into the wall to his side. Any and all who witnessed it fell silent, gasping to the scene that just played out to them.
"To think, you were planning to go to a holy land and leave us all to rot in this hellhole of a world...how selfish of you, Takashi...how utterly selfish." The horned woman looked up to the crowd who literally lost all words to say in response, seeing their silence as merely an oppurtunity, Ms. Gakisawa spoke once more unto them. Her voice carrying the flithy dagger of deception. "Do you see it? Do you see what happens to those who try to abandon us here?" Everyone's eyes fell to the crumpled, and bloody, body of Takashi...barely alive, yet still trying to stand. His death was nigh...but he was continuing to fight it for a chance to clear his name.
"Punishment is swift, but optional...I could have let him go, he could have avoided my hand of justice...but he made the grave mistake of conspiring behind my back. Know the name Takashi Toshizuko; it is the name of the first example of those who think it's a wise decision to plot while they think I am not watching them."
"How can you take this so casually!" Momoko questioned heatedly, apparently still retaining some of her fury from earlier today and using it right at this very moment. To continue to hold something against Iyo was something that had her bear eared friend applying palm to face as he saw her fuming at what she saw. "Do you even realize what you're doing here?"
"Of course I do." Iyo blinked for a moment or two before her featureless expression broke into a grin as she thumbed to herself with the still steaming fists. "I'm taking out a tyrant!"
YOU BASTARD
Also congratulations yougoddamn sonovabitchmagnificent writer, you. I hope youburn in hellcan feel proud!
now for the fun question: Just how much of your story is actually complete?
80%Oh. Well. Damn you.
need to write the final events and the epilogue
Does anyone here have the entire MotK userlist as their buddy list, and ONLY the MotK userlist?
My list qualifies for the above.Oh hey, we had a thing last year? Damnit I need to go into random corners of MotK more often.
Congrats Trance, the first of hopefully many. Our board has to beat the universal average for winning! Last year I think it was around 18%. Let's aim for higher!
Oh hey, we had a thing last year? Damnit I need to go into random corners of MotK more often.
(graph)
MUST WORK HARDER;_____________;
I... have a confession to make, though.Aww, don't be like that. 50,000 words can't all be for nothin'.
Despite reaching this goal, I believe that the final product I will have isn't satisfactory to me. Even with editing during December, I don't think it's worth keeping around. Hahaha.
WRITAN LIKE A MORAN AND HERE'S AN EXCEPT:this is fantastically deranged 8D
this is fantastically deranged 8D
Also, I'm gonna introduce my school to NNWM next year and gonna start at December 1st with one of these "One day, I'll write a novel"-flyers.Are you in high school? If so, there's a whole Young Writers' Program and ways you can get teachers interested in teaching it and all sorts of fun shit.
Are you in high school?
If so, there's a whole Young Writers' Program and ways you can get teachers interested in teaching it and all sorts of fun shit.
I'm not even at 10K words... Heeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeMariiiiiiiiinaaaaaaaaaa:ohdear:
I'm not even at 10K words... Heeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeMariiiiiiiiinaaaaaaaaaa:ohdear:
Funny how i hear about this as I'm working on a Touhou fanfiction.Well, how many words do YOU have!?
Btw, I had missed both of Prody and Psyched Slash's accounts earlier so I added them on to my NNWM buddy list if you were going to do more graph type things. But this is looking good so far. Needs moar green bars imo.The graph actually auto-updates (It's done via a tool), so they should now be added in automatically.
23k and 6 days left
FUCKING HOPELESS SHIT if I can't make up for the bullshit that was 3 days of being shit. If I can't I will be beyond royally pissed at this shit.
Congratulations, Garlyle.The exact same goes for you :3
Thanks for giving me the motivation to push forward ;)
10k words left, and three days to do it in.
LET'S ROCK.
I am giving you all support because I showed up at my region's final write-in event to cheer on the others... and nobody else showed up and I am sitting here in this cafe all alone.:ohdear:
29k and 3 more days to go for me to either come up with 50k of fail completely at what I like doing.
\FRUSTRATION/
FINISHED! VICTORY IS MINE!HUZZAH 8D
It ends at 30th November 11:59 PM, on your timezone.In that case, I have enough time left to panic about my essay instead of this (specifically, a bit over 30 hours.)
Phwee...phwee...phwee.
I...I did it. 50k. It's only like halfway through the fucking story, but I did it.
I think I'll keep my failbox in my signature for some time to come....
THE EGGPLANT COW HAS SEEN ME THROUGH MY VICTORY!AW YEAH
Hey, at least try to reach a four digit number! DO IT DAMMIT
Holy shit Ruro I went to bed at like 1am thinking :ohdear: and then the next morning bam! you pull it off :oKICK REASON TO THE CURB 8) 8) 8) :dragonforce: :dragonforce: :dragonforce:
Didn't we want to open a thread with all the stories? Mine is still waiting to be read...It isn't in its title, but PSL accepts original fiction as well as Touhou fiction. Just label it with [NaNoWriMo] in the topic title and it's all cool.
It isn't in its title, but PSL accepts original fiction as well as Touhou fiction. Just label it with [NaNoWriMo] in the topic title and it's all cool.
Hey, any of this year's winners gonna go for the free CreateSpace proof copy (http://www.nanowrimo.org/winnerprizes)? Looks dope.Oh crap are you serious? I didn't even see this.
I'm planning to do it. Not for the purpose of selling my fanfic, but just so I can have a physical copy for posterity. The discussion thread for it is here (http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node/3757970). You can re-edit your work and even custom create the book cover. Considering most of our works are already in the public domain now via PSL, I figure why not.
DAMMIT GAPPY (http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/703410)
DAMMIT GAPPY (http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/703410)OH GOD WHAT
HOLY FUCK ALL IN ONE DAY
AND WITH MORE WORDS THAN ANYONE