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Edited by Sylok's Defiler:
8/21/2015 10:26:14 PM
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A Novel Idea (Writing RD and Critique Thread)
Welcome to the aptly-named Writer's lounge [i]A Novel Idea[/i]. Here, would-be authors, part-time writers, and anyone with a creative mind can share their Rough Drafts of writing and fan fiction.
Complimentary links will be created if and when they need to be, but just post whatever you come up with, and let other people voice their opinions on your work.
Criticism is always welcome, so long as it isn't straight up slander. Enjoy!
IMPORTANT EDIT: for shits and giggles, if you ever feel like writing a story with multiple chapters or long blogs of fanfiction, incorporate this thread in your work as an Easter egg in some way, shape, or form.
Example: "why don't we take Bakini Bottom and push it somewhere else?"
"Hey, now there's a novel idea."
OR
"This guy I talked to, he's, uh... He's part of a PMC my organization works with. I forget his name and he's obsessed with old rock and blackjack, but he's one hell of an asset."
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[b]Omolon: Tyranid Greenskins[/b] [i]Planet designate 4[/i] [i]48 hours after initial assault.[/i] "NICKOLIE YOU BASTARD WHAT IN THE EMPORERS FRAMINGHAM NAME ARE YOY DOING." Screamed Leo as the Vostroyon aimed the tanks man gun at the overrun stations hull. "It is all simple comrade." Laughed the Vostroyon. "We fight on the ground." With an audible [i]Crack![/i] The main gun opened up on the hull. Thankfully the wall here were thin on the hull, to cause any explosion to burst out of the station instead of bottling it further in. The hull cracked apart in a shower of twisted steel and gore. The twisted forms of the greenskins and tyranids sliced apart as they passed the breaches side. Those that passed through suffered worse as the vacuum of space destroyed them. The Vostroyon punched the controls to the floor as he forced the tank through the hull. The hulk slowly floated toward the planet oblivious to the destruction happening behind it. To the planetary left, an Omolon cruiser floated in ruins; trailing parts of the derelict station it pushed through. The tank began to pick up speed and heat as it plummeted to the planets surface. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir we have an unidentified tank breaking atmosphere." Yelled an ensign over the noise of the feild command center. "What in the Emperor's holy ass are you telling me soldier." Barked Captain Stern. His usually formal attitude was long abandoned at the sudden naval assault. Trying to coordinate the survivors from a destroyed starship and any of the original force that managed to escape the station was hard enough. The tyranid and ork infestation planet side just was the icing on the cake. "A tank sir over the Deamon Bay. 3 confirmed tags. Omolon tank commander Nickolie Vorsteph. Death March commander Leo. Imperial designated Omen." Stern couldn't believe his luck. 3 priority personnel were about to drop in his back door, with a tank to boot. His smirked was wiped clean off his face as a Carnifex broke the treeline. "Get an extraction team ready soldier! Your in charge I have a date with my ugly exwife." [spoiler]Closed... to be continued.[/spoiler] [spoiler]writing improved. Yessss?[/spoiler]
