gay ass guest speaker
Saturday, March 1, 2003 11:17 p.m.

Eesh, had some stupid guest speaker come to talk to us about writing. Boiling it down it would be *plug plug plug my writing plug plug plug plug plug* *more plug* *bell rings* *wait!! plug plug plug* ARGH!!!!!!!

I just thought he was an idiot, besides he didn't tell us anything we didn't know. Voice, tone, description, hell come ON, we're 4 unit people here??? You'd think we all know how to write already??? Maybe give us some pointers on editting, or improving, rather than just the basics??? He completely missed the point. He was really nit-picky about styles too. He told us to edit without telling us how to edit. He didn't really go into details about what a good written piece is, he gave examples without pointing out WHY it was good. Oh yeah, so that paragraph sounded really authentic...but what made it sound authentic??

He also had a thing against rhetorical questions, without backing it up with convincing reasoning. People use rhetorical questions to express stream of consciousness or interior monologue. It brings the reader closer to the character as they follow the character's thoughts around. It is conversational and casual, therefore making the character a helluva more approachable. Alright, so what's his deal with it huh??? It's just stupid to pull off all these "do" and "don't" without explaining anything. What's even more annoying is that he keeps pulling out his books and plugging them. What are you here for?????

That done, I've done a little bit more at my little sci-fi thing...not all that great. Need to thin down the language a little.

For my imagination, this story should have begun with my birth, followed by the peaceful, laughter-filled days of childhood. It was a childhood I saw in other people's homes while my own was a bitter shadow of survival. I was a haclone -- an ethical stigma born from the union of a human and a clone. The 538th to do so, to be precise. Most haclones were never born due to genetic mutations. Most never survive past childhood, dying of radiation exposure in the wastefields where haclones were sent to work side by side with clones, robots and the condemned.

Humans themselves lived on water, great cities that sprawled across the vast oceans, abandoning the land that had long been sapped dry of life. Now, centuries on, humans thought to rebuild the land, and it was us who were sent to chip away at the devastation humans left behind.

We were destined to die, consumed by the land we were to restore life to. Yet I had a different fate.

A human boy sought me out and sponsored me into Marinton. His name was Ash. I was to kill for him, and in return, I was allowed a piece of human life. He offered no alternative. Least of all, death.

All my targets were the Spirited. Humans had wanted to encounter the 3rd kind, and they were granted their wish in the most unpleasant way when cloning was perfected. No scientist before then could have believed the existence of the soul. The soulless clones they produced were possessed by life from other planets. Earth exploded into riot, battered by nameless invasion from without, torn by moral disagreement from within.

Finally someone stood up and made a decision. Clones were no longer humans, they were programmed and controlled by computers instead of a whole functional brain. Emotions and thought were taken away from them.

It didn't change the existence of the Spirited. As the world quietened down, dangers were forgotten in a typically human way. People began to doubt, no longer motivated by fear. The Federal set up a secret subdivision of executioners whose sole purpose was to uncover the Spirited and destroy them. Ash was one member.

And so, five years later, there I was after another assignment, acting the part of a nonchalant Maglev passenger as blood drenched my shirt.

"Excuse me," someone tapped my shoulder. No sooner than I glanced up did the girl press a stunner to my head. "...a haclone...?"

Weary and careless, I tried to push her away. The next thing I knew was that she pulled on the trigger.

Miff...Lots of background information, but also lots I haven't packed in yet. I wonder what colour eyes I should give Rowan? I was thinking of something unusual but not horrifying...maybe honey gold. ^shrugs^ No red or pink, hopefully. I still don't know his character very well...I know that because I haven't started sketching his character designs yet ^^;;; Hmm...there's a bit of a conflict here. He thinks a lot, which technically makes him a very bad assassin...Oo;; Gah...planning flaw. Oh well.

I've updated the stormloader version of beyond and shall update the hosted version presently. That means a new wallpaper, namely Cardcaptor Sakura. A bit of cuteness and sunshine in these pressured weeks. Ja.