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| 04 Apr 2016 05:54 PM |
Sample: Welcome to Last Valhalla (Episode 1)
I just got off the train. I had hope that day, but I didn’t know what was happening. All I could see was a masked man on a porch made of logs with a raccoon playing a guitar. Hiking through the town, I saw there was a strange lady with pink hair, holding a knife and sacrificing goats to some sort of shrine, with blood all over the knife. Of course, there were some horses out there, too. Not to mention there was a graveyard with past sheriffs. One of the tombstones had a clip shot through it, as some sort of thanks?
Eventually, I made my way into the saloon. The saloon was made out of brown slab, with some certificates hanging on the wooden walls. I perched down at a wooden seat, with some coating over it. The saloon owner, whose appearance was the same as the lady who killed the goats said, “You want anything?” I asked her, “What were you doing back there with the-” she shushed me. She gave me a nice, long bottle of cola. She then held out her hand and said, “That will be 1 R$.” and expected me to give her some money. She wants ME to give HER money?
I’m cheap! After a couple of minutes of waiting, she said, “Don’t have any? It’ll be free.” But she whispered to me, “You’ll need to sacrifice a goat or two.” and went back to cleaning out some glass bottles. So everything was going nice, until someone barged down the doors as I was playing a game of darts. “THE BOUNTY HUNTERS ARE COMING!” He bellowed, as the girl got a shotgun out from behind the counter.
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| 04 Apr 2016 06:32 PM |
awesome
you even included the goat sacrificing! |
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Loyal2One
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| 04 Apr 2016 06:41 PM |
| Aside from the Poe'ran of course ;) |
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| 04 Apr 2016 06:46 PM |
As of now I'm handcrafting Episode 0.
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| 04 Apr 2016 06:47 PM |
| how long till the next one |
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| 04 Apr 2016 06:52 PM |
| what the hell am i reading |
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| 04 Apr 2016 07:03 PM |
Episode 0: The Last Train to an Unknown Place
I didn’t have the best experience in that city known as Off Topic. I had a poorly built lumber house with only a stove fire oven. My bed was made of the worst cotton, and on top of that, I’d posted controversial opinions via composition. I used to put them on a big, brown board named “The Opinion Center” and got some of the biggest backlash. Coming from the city that lives in a far away wilderness from the others, I didn’t get a chance to visit other places. I was tied to a conglomerate when I was forced to mine for ore to get most of the stuff in the city to run. Along side that, I’d be beaten up during the annual city feast. But this night changed my life, forever.
I was aroused to hear shooting coming from the outside of my house. Aside from that, voices bellowed, “DIE YOU SCUM!” as they kicked barrels filled with dynamite toward my house. I repleted a pillow filled with jelly, and ran outside to escape towards a train. A voice wailed, “HE’S GETTING AWAY!” as they proceeded to break down the last of my house. After leaving behind my horse, I jumped upon the caravan, not sure where it was heading to, either. From there, I just enjoyed some food and some fine cola. This is possibly the biggest change in my entire life.
So there I was, sitting next to a crate with something in it. Not to mention that there was an unusual stop in the tracks. A voice yelled, “Alright, it’s time to get off!” as the man walked forward. He grabbed the crate, and told me to wear the hat. “You’re going to need it, pal.” he said, to which he then took me off the train with the crate. I was in tumbleweed town, or at least, that’s what I thought. I opened the crate and took out a cowboy hat and began to stand in front of the city, in awe.
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| 04 Apr 2016 07:06 PM |
| "Fell asleep on the first 4 lines... terrible." -The New York Times |
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Loyal2One
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| 04 Apr 2016 07:08 PM |
| Maybe he just needs a good hook |
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| 04 Apr 2016 07:08 PM |
@Push and Powerful Then I guess this isn't for you ;)
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| 04 Apr 2016 07:10 PM |
| It is just weird. That's all. |
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| 04 Apr 2016 07:11 PM |
@Powerful The idea's sorta weird at first, but once we get around to Episode 3, it'll sorta get better. Episode 3's gonna introduce something rather unique.
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| 04 Apr 2016 07:32 PM |
The next episode: Welcome to Last Valhalla, is coming tomorrow!
Due to the reception, too, I'm thinking of having a season 2 after this story arc.
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| 05 Apr 2016 04:08 PM |
This one's LONG
Episode 1: Welcome to Last Valhalla
This was it. My feet were placed in the sand, I’ve just taken a one stop trip to what happened to be nowhere. The only thing I can see is someone on a hardwood porch playing guitar with a raccoon in his lap. I took a stroll through town, on top of that. Through a passageway, I saw a pink haired lady, holding a KNIFE, in front of a bunch of goat corpses and one was about to be sacrifice. I was in awe. After walking into what seemed to be a pub, I sat down.
I perched down on a seat with leather coating, and faced the barkeep. It was the same lady who was killing goats, again. I said, “Were you the one sacrificing the-” she shushed me. She said, “Ginger ale’s on me.” and passed me a large vial of ginger ale. She then whispered, “That will be two goats.” and slowly started cleaning out glasses. I eventually turned around, and saw someone playing at a pool table, some people playing darts, and some people sitting around a table, conversing amongst each other. I stood up, and sat at the table.
A voice receded, “You new?” the only thing I could make out from his appearance was that he was a guy with a pink and black suit, with black hair. I said, “Your name is?” and he looked at me and said, “Norra.” before another guy looked at me. He said, “The name’s Zen.” and we both shook hands. I got to socialize with some of the people there, and a man turned to me. “The name’s Idiot.” and I said, “Who gave you that name?” and looked at him for a brief second. “Oh, just a nickname I’ve been granted.” and he picked up a dart. “You wanna play a game of darts?”
As then, the entire crowd gasped. I said, “Why is the room so silent?” and he said, “None have ever beat me at darts.” before the barkeep said, “Beat him at darts and drinks are on me.” and eventually, I felt the heat of the moment. I was DOOMED, cause I didn’t know how good of a person this man could be at darts. He threw a dart at the 100+ box. I threw one straight at the bulls eye. “How many points is that?” and Idiot replied with, “200.” before he made some sort of trick shot. To be honest, I wasn’t even trying!
I threw a dart and it hit the ceiling! Well, at least I killed a possum. Next thing we know, a man kicks down the door, and he bellows, “THE BOUNTY HUNTERS ARE COMING!” and immediately, the barkeep pulls a shotgun out from the counter. She signals me to jump over it, and I see some people getting out guns, and preparing explosive barrels. She scooped up a revolver and some bullets with her foot and said, “Load the gun.” before both of us went outside. I could see one of the bounty hunters being killed by the raccoon, as the guitar guy said, “STICK ‘EM, PATRICK!” and it eventually KILLED the bounty hunter. The rest of the people in the saloon came out, too.
So eventually, it’s a western shootout. Bullets flew everywhere, as red painted the streets. Sadly, some guy in a blue suit got shot, which left us to bury him later. Eventually, the bounty leader tried to retreat, ‘til I shot the horse’s leg. I loaded a bullet and said, “You’re fuel to a fire that just won’t resist burning.” then shot him. Eventually, some people came out of hiding. The barkeep then looked at me and said, “There’s a free apartment. Go get it.” and gave me a few little things to put in it. She whispered into my ear, “Tomorrow is the Monthly Border Inspection. You’re gonna come with me.” and I eventually went into my house, and fell asleep.
To be continued
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| 05 Apr 2016 04:27 PM |
This was good. You have talent for writing.
Glad you included the part about the goats. |
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| 05 Apr 2016 04:58 PM |
I'll release a short sneak peek to "Out to the Border" soon.
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| 05 Apr 2016 06:03 PM |
| This is glorious, absolutely glorious! |
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| 05 Apr 2016 06:20 PM |
| loved it nice inclusion of the gots. Cn you include me? |
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| 05 Apr 2016 06:30 PM |
Out to the Border (Sneak Peek)
It was just before dawn, the entire town was dreaming while only a few were up. I’d grabbed my spare revolver, and headed out to the sandy city. The sand was a bit rocky, and I took a turn into a farmhouse. I could see people sitting down in the hay, and I went toward them. “Hey guys,” I silently spoke. I took a seat, and started to place down my revolver. “Glad you came.” the barkeep said.
“I almost forgot to introduce our team and myself.” She pointed one by one to every part of the team. “This is BENSTILLHAUNTS, we just call him Ben.” she said, as a green man had his arms crossed, sitting down next to the fire. “There’s Zokulzoh, he’s a nice hunter.” she said, as the man’s large hat started to slowly trickle down his head. “And I’m Sangy!” she said, to which then she motioned me and the rest of the team to come over to a group of steed. “These are your horses for now,” she said. “There’s Helen for you.” then she pointed to me, “Then there’s Smoke” to which she pointed to Ben, “Then here’s Dogma!” she then pointed to Zokulzoh. “I get a mane named Thunder!” she said. Our horses were red, black, white and yellow respectively.
She then motioned us to move outside with the horses, before she gave us a cape that had the words “Border Inspectors” on it, with a picture of a black horse standing on its two feet. “We’ve got to get going.” she said.
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