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brilliant!!! speaking of magic systems, i need to go over mine again. hm. it needs work.

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I sent the system to you, well the rough draft of the system. This is going to be epic.

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It's been some time!! I wrote a little mini-essay/poem, based off @Elf's mini-essay about reading.

Scene #30: (THIRTY SCENES WOOOO) Writing, and it's beauty.

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Of all the things that I am, of all the many verbs and nouns and adjectives that describe this mass of flesh and thoughts and heart that is myself, I will be proudest of just one.

Writer.

Being a writer is more than just putting words on a page and saying, “Hey, look, I wrote something.”

It’s taking the time to weave a narrative, to mold a character, to craft a world.

Being a writer is taking inspiration from other writers, from song artists, and authors, and amateurs, and everyone.

It’s waking up at 3 in the morning, and scribbling down an idea that you had for your latest work that you just had to get down before you forgot.

Being a writer is wanting to shout to the world, “LOOK WHAT I MADE!!!”

It’s being proud of what you made, being proud that you did something worthwhile, at least to you.

Writing has many components, but the most important are 3;

Narrative.

Characters.

Method.

The narrative is one of the most important parts of writing. It’s the plot, the story, the core of your work.

Without a narrative, you just have characters, floating in an endless white void. Without a narrative, your godly hands of imaginative creation just wander about, doing nothing.

The second component is characters. Congratulations, you have a narrative. But, who are the people in this story? What are their stories? Where are they from? Who do they love? What is their motive?

A narrative might be the heart of a story, but characters are the brain.

The third component is method.

The way things happen. How did the characters influence the narrative? What were their choices? What did the plot force them to do?

Writing is art, through words.

It is passion, through language.

It is beauty, on a page, on a screen, on a stone.

Writing is indescribable, and to be one, to craft something as amazing and beautiful as this, is my greatest accomplishment and the noun I hold closest to my heart.

It may be short, but it's sweet.

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MMM, the heart of writing indeed!

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Amazing! I can feel how much you care about it from this. It inspires me too write!!

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It's been some time.

have some stuff:

Scene #31: Assassin go brrrr.

Spoiler

The Scythe was a being of speed and death.

Time was money.

Money was everything.

He got the job done.

Always.

The Scythe had toppled empires, kingdoms, states, and leaders.

And at their core, all of them, was corruption.

So he got jobs.

Hit lists.

Ideals moved through his mind like leaves on the wind.

Morality was an ambiguous concept to him.

But today's job, oh, today’s job was something different.

A match.

A fight.

“Scy, what the hell are you doing?”

“My job.”

Nim dodged, and The Scythe counterattacked with a swift strike from the weapon he was named for.

“Scy, you know me.”

“Job first, Nim. That’s the rule.”

The Scythe’s tone was low and deadpan, as if he was refusing to acknowledge his victim today was someone he knew.

But he did acknowledge it, by naming him.

The fight went on, both parties attacking and defending, and none landing a single blow.

The fight suddenly stopped.

“I usually don’t use this bit, because I like to fight. I like challenges.

“But this has gone on too long, Nim.”

The Scythes body shivered, and he moved.

Inhumanly fast strikes blew down from out of nowhere, like a boy covering the eyes of a friend, and Nim struggled to block.

“It’s now or it’s never, Nim. Better put up a fight.”

Nim could hear the taunting, below the deadpan.

He struck outwards with his fist,

And hit.

The Scythe flew backwards, landing gracefully on his feet at the end of the corridor.

The Scythe heaved a breath, and gripped his gut.

“Good blow.”

Nim assumed a defensive stance.

“But not good enough?”

“Right,” The Scythe replied.

And then he flew.

His Speed made him move left, right, up, down.

Dash across the hall, jump, kick off the wall.

Raise his scythe, strike down.

All in less than a second.

Nim never saw it coming.

Nim’s body fell to the ground, still.

“It’s never good enough,” Said The Scythe.

The Scythe nyooms.

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Now I know I need a assassin viewpoint in my book, somewhere. 

This is now my favorite one.

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Oooh I love!!!! It seems so realistic and I love the character already

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Heyyyy cool :D

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On 6/19/2022 at 10:18 AM, CalanoCorvus said:

It's been some time.

have some stuff:

Scene #31: Assassin go brrrr.

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The Scythe was a being of speed and death.

Time was money.

Money was everything.

He got the job done.

Always.

The Scythe had toppled empires, kingdoms, states, and leaders.

And at their core, all of them, was corruption.

So he got jobs.

Hit lists.

Ideals moved through his mind like leaves on the wind.

Morality was an ambiguous concept to him.

But today's job, oh, today’s job was something different.

A match.

A fight.

“Scy, what the hell are you doing?”

“My job.”

Nim dodged, and The Scythe counterattacked with a swift strike from the weapon he was named for.

“Scy, you know me.”

“Job first, Nim. That’s the rule.”

The Scythe’s tone was low and deadpan, as if he was refusing to acknowledge his victim today was someone he knew.

But he did acknowledge it, by naming him.

The fight went on, both parties attacking and defending, and none landing a single blow.

The fight suddenly stopped.

“I usually don’t use this bit, because I like to fight. I like challenges.

“But this has gone on too long, Nim.”

The Scythes body shivered, and he moved.

Inhumanly fast strikes blew down from out of nowhere, like a boy covering the eyes of a friend, and Nim struggled to block.

“It’s now or it’s never, Nim. Better put up a fight.”

Nim could hear the taunting, below the deadpan.

He struck outwards with his fist,

And hit.

The Scythe flew backwards, landing gracefully on his feet at the end of the corridor.

The Scythe heaved a breath, and gripped his gut.

“Good blow.”

Nim assumed a defensive stance.

“But not good enough?”

“Right,” The Scythe replied.

And then he flew.

His Speed made him move left, right, up, down.

Dash across the hall, jump, kick off the wall.

Raise his scythe, strike down.

All in less than a second.

Nim never saw it coming.

Nim’s body fell to the ground, still.

“It’s never good enough,” Said The Scythe.

The Scythe nyooms.

am I the only one who thinks of "Nim" as Nale?

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Posted (edited)

Yes.

And now you're making me think of The Scythe as Szeth.

And now you're making me reorganize this scene into a Szeth v. Nale battle.

Edited by CalanoCorvus
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Cavetown is makin me sentimental, and it doesn't help i just ranted ab my gf to my friend gwen.

So;

Scene #32: Poem ab love. Enjoy. And I love y'all!!!

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There is something so soft, and so pure, about love.

Love comes in many forms, and has many different motives.

The best form of love is unconditional love.

When someone knows your flaws.

And loves you for them.

When someone knows you.

And loves you.

To love someone, to truly love someone, is to want everything for them.

To love someone is to want to wipe their tears away every time, and to kiss their forehead and to make their pain go away.

To love someone is to want to pick them up, to hug them, and to never let go.

To love someone is to want to make them safe, to make them feel loved, to make sure that they’re loved.

Love is a beautiful thing.

But, as with everything, there’s a dark side.

Someone can say they love someone, and then use and manipulate them.

Someone can say they love someone, and then go back on it an hour later.

Love has a bright side and a dark side.

A yin and yang.

Love is yearning to always be with someone, yearning to see their smile, hear their voice, watch their eyes light up when they see you.

Love is wanting to be there for everything, to help them through everything, to live and love with them.

And that,

Is the greatest thing a human can ever do.

Love.

why is cavetown so good at musicing D:

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HOW DO YOU DO IT? THE TWO SCENES YOU HAVE WRITTEN TODAY HAVE MADE THE TOP TWO ON MY FAVORITE LIST OF YOUR SCENES!

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uhhh

i'm just good i guess

:P

:/

thank you wizard ily (platonically)

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That's so pretty! And really true. I love the way you phrased it and the whole yin and yang of love is so honest and upfront. Gorgeous poem!!

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I stumbled upon this thread today, and oh what a find. Awesome, wonderful, great, writing. I loved reading all of these especially the sad/depressing ones. I like to just read through threads and not post anything, but I sometimes see something I have to acknowledge and your writing is one of those things.

Also you inspired me to begin writing a sad/depressing song that's been in my head for quite some time.

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17 hours ago, JaySurge said:

I stumbled upon this thread today, and oh what a find. Awesome, wonderful, great, writing. I loved reading all of these especially the sad/depressing ones. I like to just read through threads and not post anything, but I sometimes see something I have to acknowledge and your writing is one of those things.

Also you inspired me to begin writing a sad/depressing song that's been in my head for quite some time.

sir you have made my day.

it's rare to get compliments from a lurker, and to get compliments from a lurker bc i wrote my emotions into words is truly a beautiful thing.

Thank you for the supremely kind words, and good luck on that song!! Please share it when you're done, I'd love to either hear it, or just read the lyrics if you haven't gotten a melody.

Thanks again!!

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