Spee
2004-06-28, 03:38 AM
This is a writing game. Those of you who can write, by all means, do so.
Rules: Must be within context, and somewhat beleivable. You can have SDM Fly out of your ass shouting "HOOKER AND ICE CREAM FOR ALL!!!" if it makes sense in the story. Otherwise, it stats getting stupid.
Submit story-related content ONLY. If you wish to discuss whats going to happen/whos got the next chapter to tell, PLEASE use thr Blender Prose - Discussion thread.
Feel free to introduce characters as you see fit, but be warned that too many result in a confusing mass of backstories.
And now, I'll start you off.
Any questions about backstory/setting/whatever, see Blender Prose - Discussion thread.
Aaron looked over his folded hands, knuckles in front of his upper lip. Boarding sequence was just beginning, the various hum and whir of gears outside the tiny craft commanding a heavy, airtight hallto attach itself onto the doorframe. He lifted his fingers in both hands, and allowed the leather-clad digits to fall back on the back of thier counterpart's selves. The satisfying "Thud" signifyed the hall had attached itself to the frame of the ship, and was now pressurizing.
He stood up, having to hunch the the confined space of this tiny one-seater spacecraft, lifting the handle to the airlock with a surprising amount of difficulty. Needed oil. He then pushed the door open, air being sucked out of the craft a small amount, and here he stood, in a transparent steel hallway, looking through the walls and floor, and seeing the innumerable other ships, varying from craft smaller than his, stasis pods for humans, and one-seaters for Ge'nara, a small octpus-like race with mauve skin. He briskly walked towards the other door, opening it into the throng of spaceport goers.
He managed to weave through the seething mass of living organisms, keeping hands in pockets ot make sure thier contents, important, remained safe in thier storage area. he located a door which led to a flight fo stairs up, guarded by two armored individuals, large firearms slung across thier back. The sign above the doors flashed "terminal C" and Aaron mentally noted, that was his destination.
He walked past the armored individuals, who did not put up a fuss, and started climbing up the stairs, advertisements materializing in the air around him. Since the advent of gaseous crystalline molecular substances, advertisers went berserk. They could place thier product theoretically anywhere, now.
He managed to get to the top, swatting through the barrage of beauty and food products offered to him, and looked up at the sign, which red "Terminal C" in 5 different languages, only 3 of which were spoken by Humans on this planet. A symbol pointing left accompannied this information, and so he departed towards that direction.
It was a long, but uneventful walk down to Terminal C, and, noting thats where his exit was, left the building, and looked out into the vast, Sprawling city that lay before him.
Rules: Must be within context, and somewhat beleivable. You can have SDM Fly out of your ass shouting "HOOKER AND ICE CREAM FOR ALL!!!" if it makes sense in the story. Otherwise, it stats getting stupid.
Submit story-related content ONLY. If you wish to discuss whats going to happen/whos got the next chapter to tell, PLEASE use thr Blender Prose - Discussion thread.
Feel free to introduce characters as you see fit, but be warned that too many result in a confusing mass of backstories.
And now, I'll start you off.
Any questions about backstory/setting/whatever, see Blender Prose - Discussion thread.
Aaron looked over his folded hands, knuckles in front of his upper lip. Boarding sequence was just beginning, the various hum and whir of gears outside the tiny craft commanding a heavy, airtight hallto attach itself onto the doorframe. He lifted his fingers in both hands, and allowed the leather-clad digits to fall back on the back of thier counterpart's selves. The satisfying "Thud" signifyed the hall had attached itself to the frame of the ship, and was now pressurizing.
He stood up, having to hunch the the confined space of this tiny one-seater spacecraft, lifting the handle to the airlock with a surprising amount of difficulty. Needed oil. He then pushed the door open, air being sucked out of the craft a small amount, and here he stood, in a transparent steel hallway, looking through the walls and floor, and seeing the innumerable other ships, varying from craft smaller than his, stasis pods for humans, and one-seaters for Ge'nara, a small octpus-like race with mauve skin. He briskly walked towards the other door, opening it into the throng of spaceport goers.
He managed to weave through the seething mass of living organisms, keeping hands in pockets ot make sure thier contents, important, remained safe in thier storage area. he located a door which led to a flight fo stairs up, guarded by two armored individuals, large firearms slung across thier back. The sign above the doors flashed "terminal C" and Aaron mentally noted, that was his destination.
He walked past the armored individuals, who did not put up a fuss, and started climbing up the stairs, advertisements materializing in the air around him. Since the advent of gaseous crystalline molecular substances, advertisers went berserk. They could place thier product theoretically anywhere, now.
He managed to get to the top, swatting through the barrage of beauty and food products offered to him, and looked up at the sign, which red "Terminal C" in 5 different languages, only 3 of which were spoken by Humans on this planet. A symbol pointing left accompannied this information, and so he departed towards that direction.
It was a long, but uneventful walk down to Terminal C, and, noting thats where his exit was, left the building, and looked out into the vast, Sprawling city that lay before him.