Hm. You’re right. Maybe I was a little bit to forward when I said that. My apologies. What I meant to convey was that I could easily write the events and script of the game in a way that would make it feel as smooth as the original. Also, since many of the hacks that I’ve played have had a large amount of typos in them, I thought I could help root them out. Ah yes, I guess giving you all a sample right off would have given you more of a reason to recruit me, but I couldn’t decide which one to use… But enough of my excuses. Here you are.
--- Example 1: First Person Writing ---
((This is an exert from an intro I wrote for a Dystopia RPG. This intro was supposed to represent the final writings of a near-dead man. Enjoy.))
Oh. Look. I’m bleeding again, or, rather, I may just be continuing to bleed. I’m not sure. The area around the wound is so numb… Heh! Obviously the consequence of me encountering that infernal… Thing not too many minutes ago. I think the date may be sometime in August, maybe the nineteenth if the niches carved into the walls of my quaint little sanctum are of any indication, which I seriously doubt. No matter the date, let alone the time; I don’t think I’m long for this world anyway, especially with this ample gash in me, by far the greatest of many miniscule ones. I guess, utilizing the thin shred of sanity I still cling on to, I’ll use the short duration of minutes left within my miserable life to reflect on what is occurring here and maybe some of what happened to make it this way. Who knows? Maybe the ones who abandoned us will come back one fateful day and find this scrap of paper I’m scribbling on. Maybe they’ll see just what happened here once they decided to forsake us. Maybe, if these aforementioned things outlive all of us trapped down here, which is more then possible, maybe, just maybe, the ones I’ve spoken of so harshly, those deserters, will experience the same hell we have. They will know what has happened here. Of that I am sure… I’m starting to feel dizzy…
--- Example 2: Third Person Writing ---
((To show that I am able to write any narrations that may take place throughout the game, such as the “Ballos Backstory Bio Bits,” I’ll give you an example of my third person writing. This display will also show that I am able to adequately describe what I believe should occur within the cut-scenes. The first example contains my character known as “Sseth,” a sociopathic, genius scientist who‘s ramblings are meant to be mind numbingly complicated, and the second revolves around the scene of a particularly violent massacre. Forgive me for how morbid the second example is.))
"Blood. A highly specialized circulating tissue consisting of several types of cells, which are the structural and functional unit of all living organisms, suspended in a fluid medium known as plasma, a yellow colored liquid which is the largest single component of blood, making up about 55 percent of total blood volume. The cellular constituents are red blood cells, or erythrocytes, which carry respiratory gases and give it its red color because they contain hemoglobin, an iron-containing protein that binds oxygen in the lungs, which is the essential respiration organ in air-breathing vertebrates that's principal function is to transport oxygen from the atmosphere into the bloodstream, and to excrete carbon dioxide from the bloodstream into the atmosphere, and transports it to tissues in the body, white blood cells, or leukocytes, which fight disease, and platelets, also known as thrombocytes, cell fragments which play an important part in the clotting of the blood when the epidermis is broken." Sseth dictated to himself, a dull look in his eyes and a bored expression etched upon his face as he sat on a bench overlooking a park’s lake. The woman across from him turned and stared at the strange looking man with a simultaneously disturbed and bewildered face. Such a speech was definitely not something one expected to hear on a sunny day at the park. Sseth ignored her, seemingly staring off into space as if in a trance, but in reality, he was eyeing something that had just caught his attention. His eyes stalked a domesticated rock pigeon as it descended from the sky, making it’s way over to a pile of grain that had been thrown about by an elderly man.
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A sanguine wave that brought a horrid stench and threatened the sanity of its intruders gushed forth from the crumbling sanctuary without conclusion. Currents of blood followed its brethren, the defiled liquid splashing against the stained golden borders of the doorway before continuing outward, infecting the otherwise beautiful earth with its sullen invasion. Its greeting wasn't finished however, the ears of the visitors not spared from this mortifying assault and instead provoked with a disturbing silence, quiet enough to identify the increase of one's own heartbeat as creativity preyed upon the insecurities and weaknesses of their cognitive minds. Droplets of scarlet rained downward from the ceiling, caressing the structure that protected the ideals of man before returning to the slowly receding pool of crimson. A quick inspection provided an interpretation of the event but failed to put the madness into definition, as if a protective mechanism had triggered to prevent stumbling blindly into danger or plummet into endless insanity. The staggering amount of entrails and remains started a gruesome version of erosion, seeping into the tiniest seams and corrupting the holy paradise with the remnants of the slain. The darkness that encompassed the chamber was perhaps the greatest benefit, masking the carnage and gore with a mask of ebony that provided a safeguard, yet also continued to urge the mind to understand and witness everything in its morbid glory. Upon closer observation it appeared that the darkness had contrast somehow...
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I hope that the above is enough to convince you of my writing skill. Please forgive me for the previous misunderstanding, and please believe me that my sincere wish is only to help.
ZTaimat said:
I find it a bit odd that someone'd come along and say that with their 1st post... chances are he'll steal your idea or something >> <<
*Squeeky hammer bonk*
Metalogz said:
Yeah, especially when he's only worth 1 Rupee
Excuse me, but when has that ever been an indication of someone’s ability? People these days. Always leaping to conclusions… Though, I must admit that your assumptions are somewhat well founded, considering how blunt and arrogant I originally came off as, but please, did I ever give you any reason to believe that I was going to steal any ideas and claim them as my own? No. I don't believe so...
