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[PinstripesAndPithHelmets]

Narcissism, GO! PUT ME IN THE STORY! And make me have the ability to play the harmonica.

[Bella Sophia]

Originally Posted by Underwater Ophelia

Oh, come now, Humane is an excellent and entertaining writer. If he wants to write about g.net, I think you should sit back and let him.

NO! I'm not going to let someone still my story idea!

[Underwater Ophelia]

What's wrong, Bella, are you worried HP's story is going to be infinitely better than yours?

[Bella Sophia]

No, I'm mad that he fucking took over. Is everyone here daft? It's clear that my idea was obviously stolen.

[emeraldlonewoulf]

Ophelia - seconded. no offense Bella, but your project can be read when you've finished it, or post in installment if you like. I think it will be interesting to compare the two. Many authors have written with similar inspiration and come up with completely different story lines.

Humane, i wouldn't mind being made into a character. Complete creative license. Although I must say that Emerald Woulf, ranger for hire, has a certain ring to it.....

[Bella Sophia]

I can't believe this!

[emeraldlonewoulf]

Instead of using your energy getting all worked up about something people are obviously having fun with, put that energy into creating your story. I want to read that, too. But so far he has provided reading material, and you have not. Thus, we can't read yours, or have fun with it, BECAUSE IT DOESN"T EXIST YET!

[Underwater Ophelia]

How about you stop bitching and moaning and start writing?

[Bella Sophia]

I can't believe this!

[Tha Duckman]

I wanna be the hard edged cop on the edge with a dark secret and nothing to lose.

[Bella Sophia]

Well anyway. I've come up with the character list for my novel thus so far:

Bella Sophia: Leader of the Rebellion (I thought that would be cool. No idea what the rebellion against yet though)

Jillian: (no idea yet)

Duckman: hard edged cop on the edge with a dark secret and nothing to lose.

Duane: Misunderstood, overweight, perverted, guitar playing

Tickingstitch: "Over the top, kitty kat in black"

Bete Noir: post-punk, post-apocalyptic teenager with issues

Apathy's Child: Fetishistic pervert, "literary facist"

L'Oiseau Noir: "cynical bitch that no one likes," grammar nazi, literature obsessed

Stormtrooper of Death: ex East German Commando, chain smoking problem, thick accent

PinstripesAndPithHelmets: plays harmonica blues style

emeraldlonewoulf: (complete creative license)

That is what everyone originally wanted, yes?

[Bella Sophia]

Hm... I originally wanted it to be a masque... but I like Humane's title... so I'll call it "Masque of the Castle Gothica."

[Underwater Ophelia]

So you're stealing his title?

[Bella Sophia]

Ok, I think I've come up with a plot. There must be a leader of the Gothica Clan. Why not Jillian? With Duckman's mysterious character, he could be plotting to overthrow Jillian. That shall be the rebellion. If anyone else wants me to incorpate them into it, I"ll be glad to.

[HumanePain]

Goodness gracious my dear Bella, I am sincerely sorry about all of this.

I will carry on my story in a new thread. As I said before, once my muse strikes it just carries me away and I can't help writing. I should not have begun the story here in your thread. Again my apologies.

[Underwater Ophelia]

Please, Humane, don't give in to her whining!

[Bella Sophia]

Originally Posted by HumanePain

Goodness gracious my dear Bella, I am sincerely sorry about all of this.

I will carry on my story in a new thread. As I said before, once my muse strikes it just carries me away and I can't help writing. I should not have begun the story here in your thread. Again my apologies.

Thank you for understanding

[HumanePain]

Originally Posted by Underwater Ophelia

Please, Humane, don't give in to her whining!

No worries, the story continues here:

https://www.gothic.net/boards/showthread.php?t=9841

[Bella Sophia]

This is what I have written so far:

The night was rainy and gloomy, and the people of the Gothica clan were scattered about the castle. Jillian, the Leader, sat upon his thrown, so majestic in appearance. He glanced out the window at the crystal showers splashing against the glass and sighed, resting his head on his hand. That’s when he decided that he needed a bit of entertainment. That’s when L’Oiseau Noir entered the elaborate thrownroom, noting the countenance upon her dear leader’s face.

“My, Jillian, you look like Hell,” she frowned, “Is something bothering you?”

“Just boredom.”

“Not that I care,” she shrugged, “But you know, we haven’t had a ball in forever.”

“Actually-“

“I don’t suggest it. We all know what happened last time…”

“Must you remind me of Duckman’s attempt? I was hoping everyone had forgotten about it be now!”

“Ha!” she laughed, “You think anyone could forget your moment of weakness? That just proves your incompetence as a leader, Jillian! We’re probably better off not having such a stiff on our thrown.”

“Our thrown?” Jillian raised an eyebrow, “Need I remind you that I am the one and only dictator here?”

“ ‘Our thrown’ is not a sentence. It is a fragment and therefore cannot stand alone,” L’Oiseau Noir grinned, “Did someone not pay attention during his grammar lessons?”

“As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me,” Jillian scowled, “I could use some entertainment. I haven’t laughed in so long…”

“If you must push the subject, why not hold a talent show?” she replied, “Not my cup of tea. I’d rather have a masque.”

“A masque it is. Send the news right away!”

“Pardon me, but do I look like a servant to you?”

“Yes. Either that, or you look dead to me.”

“You haven’t got the guts to execute me.”

Jillian was silent… he just glared. Noir sighed and rolled her eyes, “Fine, fine. I’ll do it not because I claim to be a person, but it will shut you up…”

[Bella Sophia]

In the mean time, on the other side of the wall, Duckman was listening in, and his lip curled into a grin.

“This,” he thought, “is my chance…”

“What’s your chance?” Duane stepped in suddenly.

Duckman was caught by complete surprise, and he turned quickly after the shock of startled, ready to attack. When he saw that it was only Duane, he sighed in relief.

“Bloody fucking hell, what’s the matter with you?!” Duckman yelled, “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?!”

“My apologies…” Duane sighed, “No one ever notices I’m here… What’s the point of playing my guitar for no one to hear? What’s the point of crushing on those who will not crush back? What is the point of knocking if-“

“Enough with the whining, huh? You’re giving me a head ache.”

“Sorry about that… So anyway, what were you talking about?”

“Nothing!”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing I say! You heard nothing!”

“But-“

“Listen, don’t push me over the edge. I’ve got nothing to lose,” Duckman gritted his teeth, “Now if you excuse me, I have planning to do…”

[Mir]

Put me in the story. I want to be the one legged prostitute in this piece.

[Bella Sophia]

I'll be sure to put that in there, lol. (I think it just turned into a comedy O_O)

[gothicusmaximus]

Fail Bella is fail. Humane wins.

[Bella Sophia]

Originally Posted by gothicusmaximus

Fail Bella is fail. Humane wins.

Nah, I don't fail. You lose simply for having nothing better to do than to try to bring me down. Well done.

[Bella Sophia]

Duckman rushed by Duane without another word and disappeared into the shadows. L’Oiseau Noir, who was just passing by, noticed Duckman in a hurry.

“Duck, you old fart! What are you rushing off for? You haven’t already heard, have you?”

“… Heard?”

“The Leader is having a masque.”

“Oh really?” Duckman pretended to be surprised.

“Ugh… you’re not going dressed like that, are you?”

“What’s wrong with the way I look?”

“Do you want a list?”

“Nevermind that, nevermind that… Where’s Bella Sophia?”

“Bella? I think I saw her with Ticklette Stitchington and Pinastripe PithHelmet,” L’Oiseau Noir shrugged, “What’s it to you?”

“I think that it’s none of your business.”

“Oh? I”ll make it my business…. I know you’re up to something funny, Duck…”

“Yeah, what are you going to do, tell on me? You have no evidence!”

“I will… Oh, I will…” she gave Duck a squinty glare as he walked by shooting daggars at her with his eyes. Once Duckman was out of earshot, L’Oiseau Noir whispered to Duane, “What is he up to?”

“I heard him say something about a chance…”

“That’s all?!”

“That’s all I heard.”

“God, you’re useless,” she snapped, and then she walked off.