I have a writing exercise idea.
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Thread Topic: I have a writing exercise idea.
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I'll write about a person. Then the next person to post, takes my character and uses an interaction with them to introduce their new character. Then the third person will do the same. So in math terms.
P1 writes about A
P2 writes about A+B
P3 writes about B+C
P4 writes about C+D
And so on and so forth.
Give me a minute and I'll write up about my first character. -
They call me the medic. I am the second most valuable item in my squad. The first most valuable item being the plasma gunner. Everyone was trained to use the plasma gun in case the primary operator was killed. It was deemed inefficient to train every member of the squad to perform the duties of a medicae. Arguably, therefore, I am the most valuable member of the squad, but the plasma gunner has seen decades of service, I have not.
I have been training to be a medicae since I was 12. My first field operation was eight days in to my training. The man begged for anesthesia, but my commanding officer deemed it a waste of resources. We don't waste medicine if the individual cannot be brought back to a fully operational status. It's a good thing too. The operation was not a success.
My officer called it my first kill in the name of duty. He said that if I had succeeded that our squad would have had to take care of the man and he would have weighed us down. My officer said that in the long run, we would have failed if I had succeeded. He said that God would have blamed our failure on my success.
Our squad had an initiation. We were to take the knuckle bones of our first kill as a trophy of our service of God. The bones are bleached yellow and brown now. They're so tiny. It's strange, they were huge when I took them.
My new squad doesn't understand why I keep them. My new squad doesn't like me very much. They are so different from Krieger squad. Krieger squad took me in when I was weak. They trained me. Krieger failed God before in the past. They ashamed him. We will not ashame him anymore.
I may be in Cadian squad now, but I am still a Krieger. The Cadian squad is weak. They are easily distracted. They question orders. The Cadian squad also has women in it. My sergeant is a woman. Krieger squad has no females. Women are a distraction. Krieger squad cannot fail again.
The Cadian squad is proud. Krieger squad is humble. The Cadians have marked weapons and personalized armor. Krieger squad only needs the standard issue equipment. Cadian squad is lead by the mad, the brilliant, the inspiring, and the quick. Krieger squad is lead by the survivors.
The other night I heard the plasma gunner talking to a rookie in the shower. He said I looked strange naked. He said I was pale with patchy hair. He said my scars were badly healed. He said I looked weak. But he said I looked almost normal. Almost.
Some things I do throw my new squad off. They don't like how I fold my clothes neatly. They don't like how I need less sleep than them. They are weak. They are inefficient. But they are better than me in the eyes of God. Their squad did not shame him. Krieger squad did. We cannot shame him again. -
Sounds interesting. Can I join in?
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yes please
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Awesome! So, I create a character, fill in you're character, take you're character and basically talk/meet/etc. with my new character, right?
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You simply write about an encounter between my character and a new one made by you. You explain your character through the encounter. It can be from anyone's perspective.
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Ok, writing it right now (I started about 10 minutes ago)
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Man, taking longer than expected.
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I think I get it. Tell me if I'm doing it wrong.)
Ten years. Ten long years. That's how long I've been here. Exactly 3652.421days with my commanding officer and ten soldiers who are terrified of me. Anyone I ever called a friend has left me, leaving me behind with only two companions; My officer and the story. While my officer seemingly exists only to control me, limit me, the story has inspired me to keep going. Before I knew about it, before the operation, I was just like the men who now fear me. Ignorant, small, weak. Inferior. Even after the operation, a simple procedure gone horribly wrong under the hands ofmadmangenius, I still felt...crushed. I was a king, a god amongst men. But m resolve wavered. True, true, I was and am magnificent, but remaining was the doubt that told me I was still alone. Until one panicked radio broadcast reached my ears through the other insignificant buzz. They told me of a new man, but not a man. An experiment. As this new information enlightened me, I realized something. There were others with the power to create these experiments, these immortally powerful men. I delved further into my research of this fellow king, and was amazed at what I did discover. Scientists who spoke of anatomical differences like pale skin. Interviewed soldiers who spoke of knuckle bones and folded clothes. Sergeants reported on his odd sleep patterns. Glancing back on that information, I realized just how alike we were. Both an experiment. Both genetically altered, both more powerful than humans. However, I sneer at this man's blatant weaknesses. He fights for God, a vow I discarded soon after I realized my newest capabilities. When we meet in battle, and we will, I will kill him.
Based off a charrie I wrote about two years ago. He's a scientific experiment, stronger and smarter than regular humans. But his intelligence kind of morphs into insanity, and now instead of wanting to find others like himself, he wants to destroy the competition. Not my best writing, but I tried...) -
Sorry it's been 2 days. I had a lot of work to do yesterday, then a family member needed help at home, then I went to bed really late. Anyways, I'll add my piece today.
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HERE IT IS! Sorry if it looks weird, I wrote it on word.
And there I stood, watching every movement of the door, keeping a steady hold while opening the door to the meeting room, yet I could barely keep it as I was trembling inside, knowing either my path to greatness would be cleared, or be broken al-together. Hello. I am the medic of the team. You know the other members, correct? the medic said to me. I barely knew what to say, just fumbling my lips for the first second, then I cleared my mind, and acted as usual. Yes. Youre the medic. The big guys the plasma gunner. You said you needed a shifter? I said surprisingly strong, Yes. Youre the guy? I was some-how shocked, I thought this would be like a contest, with him as the judge. Yes, Im the person who signed up for the position. Am I as you imagined? Well, somewhat. I didnt know you had black spiky hair. Most shifters go nearly bald, because they think their hair is a distraction or some sorts.
I knew what he was talking about. Most shifters go bald because sometimes the nutrients in the hair follicles can interfere with the mirroring process of invisibility. I wondered if he would chastise me for it, I had kept my hair like this, being spiky on one side with it slick on the other since I was a little kid. It suited me. I understand. I dont think mine will diminish the mirror effect sir. I said bluntly. Dont I have to sign a sheet of sorts? I said with a mixture of sarcasm and restless-ness. I nearly choked when I heard how I said it, I was always say things with a mood thats a bit tougher than I actually feel. Yes, actually. I sent a messenger to fetch it for me, but hes apparently taking a-while... Let me go get him..
A few minutes later, he walked in with another man with a scared-straight look on his face, but the medic had a strangely contradicting take it slow look on his face. But whats with me saying all about faces? Lets cut to the chase. Well, heres the list. Just write down the corresponding answers bout you to the right side each question. I had a bit of trouble writing while I tried to balance the electric sketch pad on my hand.
Ethnicity: Mixed Racial* Hair color: Black* Augmentations: 1. Basic scanner; 2. Enhanced Leg Prosthesis Siblings: 2 Brothers (deceased); 1 sister (deceased) * Children: None* Illnesses: Dulfeeres Syndrome [Terminal] (An imaginary illness that slowly settles in the brain and makes changes.)* Behavioral statement: Passive-Aggressive*
Previous job: Private Investigator*
Age: 29*
Well, heres the list. I dont think this is all of it, is it? I said, confused on how short the list was. No, but for now it is. We think you can help us, and we arent at a great time right now. We have been attacked by an opposing faction. Are you read? he said, nearly gloriously in my eyes, and I simply stood there, as all my dreams had just been made, I was officially a shifter, and I was ready to party. Yes, yes I am sir. I said as I excitedly shook his hand and grab my sub machine acid spitter. Soon, I was off, not knowing what I would really become in the future. -
There are several quotes in there, but sadly they don't seem to want to show.
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Microsoft WORD and GTQ use different "quotation marks". If you copy paste from WORD to here, the system can't handle the foreign character and deletes them.
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Hello?
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Hey Joker. Sorry I haven't responded in a while. College is kicking my but over essays and I haven't had the mental capacity to respond very constructively.
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