A purely creative post.
I told Matty I'd do a lot of writing today in order to make my creative subconscious want to do a bunch of writing, but instead I did something else that was also fun and different.
I plotted out an idea for an original novel. It will be, of course, sci-fi/fantasy with heavy tones on the fantasy part. The enemy in this novel is not a character or an organization, but a concept. Fantasy itself. Fantasy as a virus infecting the earth, eating up the earth, terraforming it from a modern marvel of science into a monster-filled world in the dark ages.
I reckon a lot of people would jump at the chance to finally exist in a fantasy-laced dreamlike RPG world, but in my opinion a world like that would be far from pleasant. It would be harsh and cruel and hard, especially with all the people of the world confused and at war with one another.
Not only the world is being eaten up by Fantasy (That's what I'm gonna call the effect, just Fantasy), but the people as well. Humans are being terraformed into hybrids, and then mutants. Fantasy-ish mutants. From there, the mutants can be conditioned into monsters.
So in all this confusion and the clashing between science and fantasy a weird kind of equlibrium is formed, and from that comes the main character. A mutant from a large family of hybrids who wants to figure out what has happened to the world and to restore it to the proper state before the effects of Fantasy set in. In essence, probably to find the humanity he was never given. He was born exactly nine months after Fantasy infected the earth. He'll be dragging along his young human brother, who will act as the intelligent and courageous sidekick.
I'd like to write this story as brutally as I can. I want there to be violence and swearing, motocycles and gunfire, heavy metal music, desolate landscapes and screaming madmen, erotic affairs with many beautiful women, both evil and good, blood, steel clashing against steel, and civilisation amidst a world slowly sinking into Fantasy and going insane.
Morale of the novel : "Fantasy is all well and good, but for godsakes, keep it in your own head!"
I plotted out an idea for an original novel. It will be, of course, sci-fi/fantasy with heavy tones on the fantasy part. The enemy in this novel is not a character or an organization, but a concept. Fantasy itself. Fantasy as a virus infecting the earth, eating up the earth, terraforming it from a modern marvel of science into a monster-filled world in the dark ages.
I reckon a lot of people would jump at the chance to finally exist in a fantasy-laced dreamlike RPG world, but in my opinion a world like that would be far from pleasant. It would be harsh and cruel and hard, especially with all the people of the world confused and at war with one another.
Not only the world is being eaten up by Fantasy (That's what I'm gonna call the effect, just Fantasy), but the people as well. Humans are being terraformed into hybrids, and then mutants. Fantasy-ish mutants. From there, the mutants can be conditioned into monsters.
So in all this confusion and the clashing between science and fantasy a weird kind of equlibrium is formed, and from that comes the main character. A mutant from a large family of hybrids who wants to figure out what has happened to the world and to restore it to the proper state before the effects of Fantasy set in. In essence, probably to find the humanity he was never given. He was born exactly nine months after Fantasy infected the earth. He'll be dragging along his young human brother, who will act as the intelligent and courageous sidekick.
I'd like to write this story as brutally as I can. I want there to be violence and swearing, motocycles and gunfire, heavy metal music, desolate landscapes and screaming madmen, erotic affairs with many beautiful women, both evil and good, blood, steel clashing against steel, and civilisation amidst a world slowly sinking into Fantasy and going insane.
Morale of the novel : "Fantasy is all well and good, but for godsakes, keep it in your own head!"