Post by Tillian Panthesis on Jul 4, 2009 4:29:53 GMT 1
Currently renamed for now since I didn't want to sound like I'm whining in this thread.
I know, I know. It should be posted under the non Mass Effect Fan fic but the reason I'm posting this up because I'm just showing my progression it since I haven't publish it to some sad WoW sods yet. It's still a little messy but I like to see your reaction to it. I'll delete shortly once I can post it on ff.net or I've decided to have enough and delete this hellspawn.
Anyways it's about an adventurer and her pet who woke up on a bad day where the undead/zombies raided her coastal town in Aubidine. As the result of that her town is destroy and they both pissed off. They decided to travel through out Azeroth and find out who made the zombies and sue them for 10k gold.
That's the basic loose story, the rest is more a cynical rants about the game, players, the game industry and other RPGS. Yes There will be a ME referance at some point.
Enjoy and feel free to toss a flame or suggesstions with the progression of it
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Reduntant Heroes
Chapter 1: Morning of the Undead
The clock rang twice before the iron bell broke off again. A loud yawn emitted in the tiny bedroom, where a tall, lanky Night Elf girl got up from her bed. She yawned and stretched her arms out before she slid off the bedside in a clumsy manner. Her eyes flashed in irritation as the sunlight from the window beamed brightly into her face, giving her a temporary blindness. She strode angrily towards the window. As she got close to the window ledge within a few centimetres, rotting corpse pops up from the rose bushes, gaggling with a disgusting tone while making scary gestures at a sorry attempt, trying to scare off the Night Elf, with what’s left of its limbs since it’s nothing more than bits of green rotted flesh hanging off the bones. The Night Elf twisted her head as she squinted her eyes at the zombie before she proceeded to instinctively pull the blinds down and stumbled away from the window calmly.
“Brown,” she thought before she continued to stumble to the bathroom clumsily, still feeling bleary and crabby.
When she went into bathroom, first thing she did was stumbling herself towards the cabinet mirror that hangs humbly over the sink, checking herself. Another zombie popped up on the bathroom window, reflecting itself on the mirror. The Night Elf adjusted the mirror direction back to her face. She studied her face. She was pale as newly fresh paper, her hair and eyebrows dyed purple recently to cover her white hair due to the fact she’s getting sick of being accused as a vampire, especially the sparkle variety. She saw a pimple on the tip of the nose. She tried to apply some cream onto her nose but instead it popped out a yellowish, nasty pus that spattered across the mirror. She clutched her nose in pain while gasping at the disgusting mess that it laid before her.
“Ewww… that’s fricken gross! That’s the bloody last time I’ll buy acne cream from those damn gnomes!”
She slapped a band-aid over her nose while twisting her mouth into a frown. She felt ridiculous with a band-aid over her nose; it made her feel like a retard. She gave out a loud sigh before she picked up the toothpaste and squeezed it onto her toothbrush. Scrub, rinse, scrub some more, rinse again and polish it with a dental floss. She combed her hair and tied it up into a ponytail, before she stomped clumsily to the kitchen, looking for something pleasant to put into her mouth.
Stove, kettle, gnome fridge, milk, sugar, tea. Yawn.
Then another zombie popped up at the kitchen window, making another inaudible sound.
The Night Elf stared at the zombie blankly.
The word pops up in her mind was Undead. While the zombie continued to make threatening, gaggling noises; the Night Elf was struggling trying to make a connection with the word brown and Undead. A few minutes later, the zombie raises its rotted limbs into the air as a sign of resignation before it stubbled off to feast upon a nearby neighbour. She shook her head, “Punks.”
The kettle is boiled. Stove is turned off. Water, cup, tea, sugar, milk. Lovely.
While she was drinking her tea from the mug, she felt a dull headache. She just remembered she had a hangover just now. She pondered herself, where did she get this massive hangover from? Her mind began to recover the events from yesterday events.
Yesterday, she got booted out from the guild after her pet had a fall out with the guild master. There was a cool looking collar that is leather black and had some silver encrusted skulls embellish the pet neckpiece. Supposedly, it was reserved for her pet; but the guild master was a vain bastard. He wanted to neck piece too so he and her pet, Burnley, started a massive fight inside the hazardous castle.
“This is my neck piece. I’ve asked it first and I’m on the top of the priority list!” Burnley growled
“But but... it’s soooo pretty and sparkly. I want it.” The guild master, who was a 13 year old boy, brawled like a big baby.
“For Elune’s sake. This is for pets only!”
“No! I’m not letting you have it! Screw the guildies, I’m the Guild Master! I can do anything I want!”
Thus, he took the neckpiece from the poor lion. The lion growled, frothing in anger as he watched the Guild Master whined as he couldn't fit the neckpiece onto his neck. As Burnley walked away from the group, his owner turned to him.
“Burnley, you can't just walk off to that room! There are mobs we haven’t cleared out yet.”
“That’s why I’m going there.”
In Burnley’s frustration and his retaliation, he rushed into unsuspecting mobs nearby and lured them back into the raiders, which causes them to be all killed in a spectacular, bloody fashion except for Burnley and his owner, Nerjuna Moonbuck, who managed to get away without a scratch. As the result of this, both Burnley and Moonbuck got the boot and expelled from the guild… forever.
Moonbuck grumbled. She wondered herself how she ended up with a pet that is self-centred, cynical and at worse; enjoys writing poetry with claws and corpses. Why can’t he more normal like her, who likes to write poetry and fictions with scrolls and ink. She shook her head sadly and stumbled back into the bed to get dress. She saw more zombies outside of the window. All she can think of is brown.
After she got dress, she walked outside to the front door to get the mail. When she opened the door, hordes of zombies were standing at the front garden, some of them are chewing off the dead Night Elves residents, while there are others are tossing brown grit all over the place. Then she realised the connection of the word Undead and brown in horror.
“Oh... My…Fucking…God… Dead zombies and gritty brown means another half assed attempt to make Azeroth look realistic…”
~|~
Burnley woke up in a sudden manner from his sweet dream when he heard a horrifying, painful growl at the distance. He elegantly yawned and stretched out his forelegs before he shook out his mane. He climbed out of his luxurious basket and walked out to the front door where the sound is coming from. As he was about to complain about the noise that woke up from his lovely dream about a beautiful blue alien that has a strange tentacle hair, his jaws dropped. He watched a horde of zombies frothing in anger as they tried to charge into the house, which was guarded by Moonbuck. She was equipped with her crossbow, lifted the ranged weapon and aimed at the crowd. She shot one of them square in the head with her arrows, before she gasped for breath. She loaded another branch into the loading pit. He cleared his throat and began to yell out over the inaudible gaggling that the zombies make.
“What the hell? I’ve never seen so many dead corpses prancing like a unicorn since…”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get me started with Rhoca’s Den in the Undercity. That was a big mistake we took. So who’s idea in taking a nice, relaxing stroll in a strong, fortified Horde city again? That was littered with angry, angry living corpses?”
“Hey, don’t give me that look, you pansy pixie!”
“For the last time I’m a Night Elf, not a pixie!”
“Whatever!”
“Look, can you just shut up for a minute Burnley? Need a little help here… I can’t exactly fight of these zombies alone!”
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That's how far I got here before I got distracted eating noodles while watching FFVII advent children. (Unfinnished)
I know, I know. It should be posted under the non Mass Effect Fan fic but the reason I'm posting this up because I'm just showing my progression it since I haven't publish it to some sad WoW sods yet. It's still a little messy but I like to see your reaction to it. I'll delete shortly once I can post it on ff.net or I've decided to have enough and delete this hellspawn.
Anyways it's about an adventurer and her pet who woke up on a bad day where the undead/zombies raided her coastal town in Aubidine. As the result of that her town is destroy and they both pissed off. They decided to travel through out Azeroth and find out who made the zombies and sue them for 10k gold.
That's the basic loose story, the rest is more a cynical rants about the game, players, the game industry and other RPGS. Yes There will be a ME referance at some point.
Enjoy and feel free to toss a flame or suggesstions with the progression of it
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reduntant Heroes
Chapter 1: Morning of the Undead
The clock rang twice before the iron bell broke off again. A loud yawn emitted in the tiny bedroom, where a tall, lanky Night Elf girl got up from her bed. She yawned and stretched her arms out before she slid off the bedside in a clumsy manner. Her eyes flashed in irritation as the sunlight from the window beamed brightly into her face, giving her a temporary blindness. She strode angrily towards the window. As she got close to the window ledge within a few centimetres, rotting corpse pops up from the rose bushes, gaggling with a disgusting tone while making scary gestures at a sorry attempt, trying to scare off the Night Elf, with what’s left of its limbs since it’s nothing more than bits of green rotted flesh hanging off the bones. The Night Elf twisted her head as she squinted her eyes at the zombie before she proceeded to instinctively pull the blinds down and stumbled away from the window calmly.
“Brown,” she thought before she continued to stumble to the bathroom clumsily, still feeling bleary and crabby.
When she went into bathroom, first thing she did was stumbling herself towards the cabinet mirror that hangs humbly over the sink, checking herself. Another zombie popped up on the bathroom window, reflecting itself on the mirror. The Night Elf adjusted the mirror direction back to her face. She studied her face. She was pale as newly fresh paper, her hair and eyebrows dyed purple recently to cover her white hair due to the fact she’s getting sick of being accused as a vampire, especially the sparkle variety. She saw a pimple on the tip of the nose. She tried to apply some cream onto her nose but instead it popped out a yellowish, nasty pus that spattered across the mirror. She clutched her nose in pain while gasping at the disgusting mess that it laid before her.
“Ewww… that’s fricken gross! That’s the bloody last time I’ll buy acne cream from those damn gnomes!”
She slapped a band-aid over her nose while twisting her mouth into a frown. She felt ridiculous with a band-aid over her nose; it made her feel like a retard. She gave out a loud sigh before she picked up the toothpaste and squeezed it onto her toothbrush. Scrub, rinse, scrub some more, rinse again and polish it with a dental floss. She combed her hair and tied it up into a ponytail, before she stomped clumsily to the kitchen, looking for something pleasant to put into her mouth.
Stove, kettle, gnome fridge, milk, sugar, tea. Yawn.
Then another zombie popped up at the kitchen window, making another inaudible sound.
The Night Elf stared at the zombie blankly.
The word pops up in her mind was Undead. While the zombie continued to make threatening, gaggling noises; the Night Elf was struggling trying to make a connection with the word brown and Undead. A few minutes later, the zombie raises its rotted limbs into the air as a sign of resignation before it stubbled off to feast upon a nearby neighbour. She shook her head, “Punks.”
The kettle is boiled. Stove is turned off. Water, cup, tea, sugar, milk. Lovely.
While she was drinking her tea from the mug, she felt a dull headache. She just remembered she had a hangover just now. She pondered herself, where did she get this massive hangover from? Her mind began to recover the events from yesterday events.
Yesterday, she got booted out from the guild after her pet had a fall out with the guild master. There was a cool looking collar that is leather black and had some silver encrusted skulls embellish the pet neckpiece. Supposedly, it was reserved for her pet; but the guild master was a vain bastard. He wanted to neck piece too so he and her pet, Burnley, started a massive fight inside the hazardous castle.
“This is my neck piece. I’ve asked it first and I’m on the top of the priority list!” Burnley growled
“But but... it’s soooo pretty and sparkly. I want it.” The guild master, who was a 13 year old boy, brawled like a big baby.
“For Elune’s sake. This is for pets only!”
“No! I’m not letting you have it! Screw the guildies, I’m the Guild Master! I can do anything I want!”
Thus, he took the neckpiece from the poor lion. The lion growled, frothing in anger as he watched the Guild Master whined as he couldn't fit the neckpiece onto his neck. As Burnley walked away from the group, his owner turned to him.
“Burnley, you can't just walk off to that room! There are mobs we haven’t cleared out yet.”
“That’s why I’m going there.”
In Burnley’s frustration and his retaliation, he rushed into unsuspecting mobs nearby and lured them back into the raiders, which causes them to be all killed in a spectacular, bloody fashion except for Burnley and his owner, Nerjuna Moonbuck, who managed to get away without a scratch. As the result of this, both Burnley and Moonbuck got the boot and expelled from the guild… forever.
Moonbuck grumbled. She wondered herself how she ended up with a pet that is self-centred, cynical and at worse; enjoys writing poetry with claws and corpses. Why can’t he more normal like her, who likes to write poetry and fictions with scrolls and ink. She shook her head sadly and stumbled back into the bed to get dress. She saw more zombies outside of the window. All she can think of is brown.
After she got dress, she walked outside to the front door to get the mail. When she opened the door, hordes of zombies were standing at the front garden, some of them are chewing off the dead Night Elves residents, while there are others are tossing brown grit all over the place. Then she realised the connection of the word Undead and brown in horror.
“Oh... My…Fucking…God… Dead zombies and gritty brown means another half assed attempt to make Azeroth look realistic…”
~|~
Burnley woke up in a sudden manner from his sweet dream when he heard a horrifying, painful growl at the distance. He elegantly yawned and stretched out his forelegs before he shook out his mane. He climbed out of his luxurious basket and walked out to the front door where the sound is coming from. As he was about to complain about the noise that woke up from his lovely dream about a beautiful blue alien that has a strange tentacle hair, his jaws dropped. He watched a horde of zombies frothing in anger as they tried to charge into the house, which was guarded by Moonbuck. She was equipped with her crossbow, lifted the ranged weapon and aimed at the crowd. She shot one of them square in the head with her arrows, before she gasped for breath. She loaded another branch into the loading pit. He cleared his throat and began to yell out over the inaudible gaggling that the zombies make.
“What the hell? I’ve never seen so many dead corpses prancing like a unicorn since…”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get me started with Rhoca’s Den in the Undercity. That was a big mistake we took. So who’s idea in taking a nice, relaxing stroll in a strong, fortified Horde city again? That was littered with angry, angry living corpses?”
“Hey, don’t give me that look, you pansy pixie!”
“For the last time I’m a Night Elf, not a pixie!”
“Whatever!”
“Look, can you just shut up for a minute Burnley? Need a little help here… I can’t exactly fight of these zombies alone!”
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That's how far I got here before I got distracted eating noodles while watching FFVII advent children. (Unfinnished)