The beginning updated 08/03/2015
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added more info to the concept so now we have a beginning of some sort
WongSi grasped the the old worn scroll closely to her chest. Her petite figure was graced with a black and white cloak, the edges sewn with a fine orange cord and embroidered right the middle of her cloak, again in black satin the word “Damask” - “תולעת משי” meaning silk worm*. Her oval face and smooth perfect skin and perfectly oval brown hazel eye that as as soft and as cute as a newborn fawn was a mask of deception as it hid her tyrant capabilities, for she she was the leader of the guild Damask and beside her were her two knights in shining armour.
Arrcur, a Knight of the Damned Souls and Kaba, a Knight of the Black Dragon, without their peerless strength she would never have been able to attain the scroll in her hands. It was a land deed to of large parcel of land in a mountain pass that blocked off the Northern continent. It was a big prize indeed. WongSi had the fortitude in mind to beg, borrow, steal, slaughter and steal again. For she foresaw the future, and as any rich person in the real world would say: Property is big money.
She stood there in the black endless space that stretched for infinity with arms stretched out making a picture frame. In Front of her was a fairytale castle, walls were as smooth as a baby’s bottom and whiter that a fresh snow in spring. The sparkly glare caused Arrcur the knight standing beside her to lower his visor - and even then he had to squint to stare at her creation. Kaba standing to her left squatted, bored from the whole ordeal, with his sword Murder resting horizontally across his knees. Unlike Arrcur who was wearing black mithril armour; one of the strongest type of armour for his warrior class, Kaba was equipped with a series complex overlapped leather pieces give him the scaley look of a dragon. Comparatively the two armours were pretty much the same in strength yet they looked completely different.
Arrcur contain a handsome air of mystery, much of his facial appearance was hidden by his helmet with pointed horns, yet just from looking at the way the armour hung around his body, you could tell he had broad shoulders and impeccable muscles. Kaba on the other hand was shorter than Arrcur by a half a heads length, he was not has broad either. The leather armour coloured black, gold with fleck of azure shimmer almost gave him a merman quality, he very approachable demeanor painted across his face naturally and it was all framed with round thin rimmed glasses - the intelligent and handsome look.
Both knights would make any girl’s heart stir with jealousy at any girl that approached them. WongSi was excluded from the circle of jealously as any girl watching knew that these knights faithfully served their guild leader. WongSi was also well known for her pure heart and innocence.
“It’s complete! Shall we set it down?”
“Yes. This is the fourth design already,” a monotonous voice escaped from the mithril helmet.
“Hurry up WongSi, I need to get to my part time job,” complained Kana as he was attempting to use Murder to clean his nails - A risky business indeed, not once did he raise his eyes to look at WongSi’s creation.
WongSi confirmed yes to the Ai menu in front of her. The black space surrounding them whirled and twirled as mountain and trees and rivers and rocks became a palette of straight lines.
There in the middle of the spookies forest, hear the hectic marshlands steeped with an eerie mist. A castle that was so pure and white, clean and innocent. The darkness of the area tried to engulf it to no avail. It make the princess castle all the more scarier juxtapose with all the darkness with its shining gleaming walls that even a speck or a mote of dust could not attach itself to.
“Evil ...” Falling to the floor in shock, Kaba dropped his sword in disbelief.
“Utter Evil… ” He was shaking his hands to point he was having trouble picking up the sword from the floor.
“So evil that its good.” He finally nodded wishing inside his head he paid more attention to Wongsi’s sense of art direction. He of course realised that it was futile, you could not multiply the art stat if it was in the negatives.
“Gosh, I like it. ” Smiled Arrcur, he had painfully watched the whole process from start to beginning it had taken 8 hours in real life time which approximated to about 48 hours in game time. At least the final design was livable. He inwardly shuddered at the thoughts of the previous designs.
“See I will make my vision come true.” WongSi smiled her design was perfect. Although the title deed in her hands had given her only cursed lands she would make do with what she had and force it to accept her vision.
“Onwards my faithful knights. ”
The start of one of the greatest hangout places for amature writers was was created in the Virtual World.
This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it
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* According to google translate.
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11/12/2014
In this day and age everyone plays a VR game, there is a game where people just gather for the social aspect and within that game there is a place where fiction writers gather, due to time constraints to make use of the optimise time in game world. It is said that if one of your written works were to become published, your novel could possibly have the chance to be used as a base to make a new VR game. Naturally people who happen to play the game gathered, writing their own literature and stories based on their gaming adventures. Thus eventually creating a society very much like a university of amatueer writers. People would leave their novel on the bulletin board inside the school to be read and reviewed by random strangers who frequent this game.
One day Mek the adventurer walked into the university of writing. Pulling down a sheet to read, his eyes blinked from the crude writings .
Open to read this story
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high guys dis is my spoof fiction. If you see any grammer errors or spilling errors. Eye encureage you to rite an reviewer. Dis wild bee da bist storey eva. amirite
i need to buy a constanent. May be if u by the decoder ring .
j and d almost sound the same too
avery won nose eye have a tping stutter
Won day eye meat a person.
I pinchd an person. “Ow y u punch me.” My punch was very faster.
It was so OP that I killed da boss. I got a million zillion exp.. I was like lv 6000
Suddenly there was rain and the sun created a rainbow. I decided to follow the end of the rainbow
I was at the end of the rainbow. Rainbow has many colours red pink green yellow blue and grey
I then found gold at the end of the rainbow. It was in a giant pot. I took the gold and put the gold into my pocket. My pocket was so heavy so I had to get a my wallet and add it to my card. I thought to myself When i take this money I must put it in the bank.
End of the storey.
Tell me what you thank?.
This is my vry first story please give me feedback so i can improve. but be nice. cos i dont know what i would do if i got too negative feedback.
After reading the story, and the author’s pathetic pleas for positive feedback, Mek being the troll that he naturally was, left the most useless and negative feedback. For Mek was a person who could not stand people who took criticism to heart. If you are on an an online virtual game, expect to be trolled, teased and bullied and so he wrote:
“omg this story sucks don't read it.” Mind you he was soooo annoyed at the story he could not be bothered to capitalised the review. This was the single biggest mistake one could make when doing a review.
With the popup window that appeared in front of him, Mek hit enter on the holographic keyboard, without considering the feelings of the new writer. Bored with nothing to do while in the adventurer city, he decided to lv up his character and ran off to the fields nearby.
While hacking trolls in the forest he received a message from a random person playing the game.
Grandma Nancy: Grandma Nancy sees and reads all.
Grandma Nancy: I have judged you lacking.
Mek ignored the message. He waves his hand to close the message and continues to hunt the trolls in the forrest. Another message pops up on his screen.
Grandma Nancy: You suck, I suck, we all suck.
Grandma Nancy: Don’t ignore the sucking, it will be the death of you.
‘Wtf, who hell is this crazy person. Stop spamming me messages.’
Mek moved the message to block section and continues to smash trolls with a little more rage than usual.
Mek’s eyes began to feel like lead.
‘Strange, the trolls here never inflict any status effects’
Then black.
Meanwhile.
The coroner looked at the body in the autopsy room.
Sucked to death was what he decided to write in pencil.
He then crossed it out. This death was an oddity.
The other notes he had scribbled down were that all the internal organs of the victim was missing.
As if it had been sucked out. The coroner felt bad, he imagined the pain of all the internal organs disappearing from the body, he imagined it to be worst than appendice, He groaned, it was going to be another long night.
On the flash board in the VR world, the moving text line underneath the board states:
The reviewer Mek dies from mysterious love hickies.
So I dare you to. Leave a review for Grandma Nancy.