Due to various issues in my life right now (mostly relating to summer classes) I need to take a temporary hiatus. I’ll make sure to set up a large buffer before I come back to avoid this sort of thing happening again.


Prompt: The Purge

(On Paladin and Demon: I ran into some issues with the story, not the least of which being the inability to write it while out of town, so I need to push it back. I don’t want to say Tuesday for certain, but I’ll put it up Tuesday if it’s done by then. If not, I’ll post the next part of my Warcraft 3 LP. Thank you for your patience, all 2 followers of mine)

Many people hate even the concept behind the series of movies known as ‘The Purge’. Many others see it as wasted potential. Imagine you were the writer of the next Purge movie. What would you pitch as the concept? (You may submit multiple)

Okay. The purge is an absurdly stupid concept that relies on its viewer knowing nothing about how crime and evil work. But hey, they made a movie about Battleship, why not?

Here we go.

1) A young man kills a politician during the Purge for doing something bad. Let’s say, causing the death of his younger brother, or hitting his father with a car. Whatever it was, he is arrested for it due to a law that makes it illegal to murder government officials in high office (basically, the President and Congressmen) during the Purge. However, the case goes to the supreme court, since it brings up the question of whether or not politicians can be killed during the purge. The protagonist is a lawyer who wants the purge gone entirely, but sees the best way of defeating it as chipping away at the legality of it bit by bit. She argues that because the Purge makes ALL crime legal, the murderer should be let off, and that the purge is invalid if the defendant cannot commit murder against anyone. The Purge is upheld, but the law that allowed the defendant to be arrested is struck down. So now politicians can be killed during the purge.

However, the Defendant is killed before the next purge can take place, and the lawyer’s reputation is destroyed by tying her to the murder despite her innocence.

2) A scientist, in a bid to cure cancer, kidnaps and experiments directly on humans during the purge, ignoring all ethical concerns in his race. He does so for decades, and our movie’s protagonist is his latest victim/subject. At the end, the protagonist dies, but the doctor has indeed found the cure and distributes it. The fact that the cure is found is critical, as it shows why anyone would ever tolerate something like the Purge and makes that line about ‘all the good the purge does’ actually MEAN something. Statistics about crime and unemployment are too abstract to pose a legitimate question regarding morality in the viewer’s mind.

3) Show us the man credited for starting the purge getting involved in the wrong end of the purge itself. This would be something incredibly interesting if done correctly. Show us why he instituted it, any guilt he might feel. Ya know, psychological character study type thing. It could work.

4) What kind of militia or guerilla groups would operate during that 12 hour time frame? Like, would the KKK and the Black Panthers wage their bloodiest wars when they can’t be arrested for them? Perhaps against each other? Perhaps with magic ninja laser powers and giant robots?! … COME ON, WORK WITH ME HERE!

Epilogue – Happy Independence day!

Happy Independence Day, everyone (in the USA, at least)! Here’s a preview of my novel/novella.

This scene is currently the epilogue to the story. Some brief notes:

Hodran: Raccoon-people
Horos: Fox-people
Madchildren: Psychic constructs with incredible psychic power
Copai: Slave race to the Horos. Not sure what they look like yet, but I’m leaning towards either humans, or cat-people.

I’m scheduling this on June 23rd, since I won’t be at home for this update. Enjoy anyway! 😛

Spires of steel and glass raked into the skies outside her window, jutting out over the horizon for as far as she could see. Lightning arced regularly from building to building, an eldritch storm in a jungle of steel. Sometimes she could notice a building shifting into a new position, to better send or receive the great bolts of energy. There was a palpable sense that the city itself was thinking, feeling with every burst of lightning. More importantly, however, was the sense that every last inch of it was dangerous. This was a city of conquerors, and it looked the part of a dangerous weapon.

At the same time, however, the city was a sensory assault. Bright, vibrant colors that inferior races may call ‘garish’ covered the city below. A neon green building here, a deep scarlet tapestry there. She liked that the most about this city – there was some new decadent delight for her senses everywhere she cast her eyes.

Lucia sipped from her wine, smiling as the arcs of lightning continued to strike outside her window. Divinity itself and nothing less.

She continued to watch the sight for a time before turning back to her room. It took up an entire floor of the building on its own. Gold was inlaid on the marble floor in a whorled pattern. Tapestries depicting various debaucheries adorned the walls, and a mosaic depicting the planet in a hand of steel was at the other end of the room.

A slight tingle ran down her spine, but she ignored it as she strode to her bed. It was long enough for two of her and wide enough for five, and the deep violet of royalty. The frame itself was gold. Real gold, appropriately.

How vain.

“I deserve far better.” She smirked. “So which is it? Am I speaking to a piece of you, or the whole?”

“Cryptic as ever, madchild.” She muttered, grabbing a bottle and an empty glass from her nightstand. She poured it a glass before immediately pouring the wine on the tile. It never hit the ground. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She growled dryly.

Capric is dead.

“Good.” She growled, sipping her own drink again. “The fool wouldn’t know knowledge if the lady herself explained it. Why do you care?”

We don’t. We killed him.

She cocked an eyebrow at that. “Didn’t know you cared that much about incompetence.”

We don’t.

“Why are you wasting my time with this?” She said coldly. “I was having a delightful evening.”

Watching lightning storms, yes, how riveting.

Sarcastic bits of an elder gods’ consciousness. Now I’ve heard everything.

Not yet you haven’t. One of the Hodran managed to harm a piece of me.

She stopped drinking. “…Really.”

It turned the piece’s psychic power against it, and wielded it as its own strength. Such a thing should not have been possible.

“The Hodran have a god of their own. Perhaps he intervened? Rewrote the rules?”

…There was… a touch of him, yes. But the Lady or the Madgod would surely have intervened in such a case.

“I am not in the habit of understanding the motivations of our divines.” Lucia responded, her eyes glazing over again. “Perhaps there was something more precious to them. Last I checked, the lady’s stance amongst her peers was… less than perfect.” She shrugged and stood.

Whatever the case, we’re afraid this has become too complicated to delegate to lesser beings.

“Agreed.” The Horos smirked, rolling up her sleeves. “I shall go personally.”

She stopped, her smirk instantly gone. “Excuse me?”

The Hodran have found a way to come here. They will attack this city, soon.

She stood stock still for a moment, thinking.

You shall deal with them here. I shall handle Hodra.

“It’s the Horos’ mess, we’ll clean it up.”

The Madchild didn’t leave. She waited a few moments before her laughter rang through the cavernous room. “Very well, you may handle Hodra yourself if you’re bored.”

Boredom is an emotion for lesser beings.

“If you like.”

It was gone. Lucia clapped her hands twice and two Copai servants entered, their eyes wide and fearful.

“Fetch my coat. I have raccoons to skin.”

Venting on an attempted stabbing

I should emphasize that what I’m about to tell you has all been put together from second and third hand accounts. This is not a story, this is not a joke, and I did not schedule this beforehand.

… Okay, so at the lodge place I’m staying at, every night there’s games hosted behind the arcade room. Mostly sand-bag tossing and beer pong. The latter is basically a drinking game where you throw the ball into the beer and make someone else take a drink.

This big guy I never saw and don’t know the name of (we’ll call him ‘Frank’) was doing pretty well in the game’s last bit and starts talking trash to his opponent (we’ll call him Leo). As the game went on, Frank and his mom continued to trash talk Leo and apparently it got pretty nasty. Then Leo told them off (something along the lines of telling Frank’s mom that she didn’t “know what the fuck she was talking about”) and Frank got pissed and tried to start a fight. Leo refused and tried to back off, and Frank tried to punch him anyway.

Frank’s mom got between them and tried to call Frank off, Frank shoved her down and grabbed a knife off of the table left over from dinner (not really clear on when he got the knife, I just know he got it at some point during the fight). He makes a few swings but then drops it. Leo yells out that he had a knife, and… I’m a little unclear on how the fight broke up, but I think Frank’s friend showed up and pulled him off.

This place is supposed to be relaxing and peaceful.

My bro, a ton of my friends and the girl I got a crush on were all there.

No one was hurt. Thank god.

But that is still not fucking okay.

I’m sorry to burden you all with this. But I gotta tell somebody.

God damn me, I should have been there… I don’t care if I couldn’t do anything, I should’ve… I dunno.

*sigh* Thanks for listening.