NaNo 2011 auto summaries!
Oooh! I love playing around with weird stuff, and this time, I found a site that picks out a couple of the most important sentences in a text you paste into it. Here are three-sentence (non-dialogue) summaries from each day of my NaNo 2011! Behold the terrible. The Department of Redundancy Department loves me. x_x Plus, in some places, it's really obvious that I'm not a native speaker of English and most of my NaNo has been written with no dictionary, let alone a corpus, at hand. D:
Day 1:
Neil took off at a run to catch up to him once more, evidently not in the mood to be left in the dust -- much to Yuan's chagrin.
No one had seen it fit to void the contract while Yuan's father was still alive, and now that had come back to bite Yuan in the ass.
Blood poured out of the gash onto the forest floor, but Yuan could see the wound was little more than a superficial one, and it wouldn't be nearly enough to incapacitate the animal.
Day 2:
The blue-haired man walked closer, his steps showing just enough that Botta could tell he was more than likely skilled in combat; there was that lethal, graceful gait he had witnessed before.
Botta didn't realize he had been frozen in his spot before the man was already standing next to him, reaching over to take the reins from his hand.
The blue-haired man was wearing fingerless gloves, but his fingers were unusually rough and calloused for a noble -- at least as far as Botta had ever had cause to think about nobles' hands in detail.
Day 3:
Nature's selection at its best, Yuan thought to himself with a wry smile.
Yuan watched him keenly while he had the chance to do so -- Botta seemed to be fully absorbed in his task, so Yuan didn't think he was in danger of being found out.
Botta didn't seem to be aware of the possibility that he could have offended Yuan with his innocent act, and Yuan found that very knowledge refreshing, like a breath of fresh air in a room that had hitherto been filled with stale, stagnant air.
Day 4:
No matter what would happen, Yuan had little doubt that Botta's presence would change things somehow.
Botta didn't need to be told twice; he had no wish to stay behind without Yuan.
As Botta hurried to catch up to him, he couldn't help thinking that the house ill seemed to suit someone like Yuan.
Day 5:
He didn't realize his relief at getting to take his weight off his feet was as obvious as it must have been before Yuan chuckled.
In any case, even though he was suspicious of people and their motives like any half-elf, Botta decided that he would do everything in his power to prove to Yuan that his unexpected offer of kindness and sympathy wasn't undeserved or unappreciated.
Yuan wondered if Neil had had something to do with that; he had a feeling that the man had decided to go on with the ball plans despite Yuan's reticence.
Day 6:
Kratos gave him one of those cold, flat looks Yuan remembered so well from his youth.
Yuan wanted to hate him or at least dislike him for being so detached and diplomatic, but he knew Kratos' way of reasoning and his motives too well to be able to do that fairly.
He wasn't having much luck, and Yuan, that bastard, was just standing there as if it was none of his business to help Kratos.
Day 7:
He had no idea what Dirk was working on or how artistic it was going to be; all he wanted was his information, and then he'd get out of there.
Yuan swayed on his feet after being hit by the dog-like creature; he had to grab the doorjamb to not end up falling back in.
Botta found it difficult to interpret the meaning behind the words, but he couldn't turn to look and try to make sense of Yuan's facial expression because his task required focus.
Day 8:
Many people didn't seem to like Yuan, from what little Botta had been able to find out during the past two weeks.
Yuan had long ago resigned himself to the thought that at some point, he might very well have to out himself as the main supporter and leader of the Renegades.
While the woman had her back turned, with her pert little butt stuck out at an angle that had to be uncomfortable, Yuan got out of his chair and walked close to her.
Day 9:
Yuan shifted his hold on the knife so that it was no longer so easily visible to the shaken servant, but still held at an angle that would help Yuan go for an immediately fatal strike.
Yuan realized his thoughts were getting away from him when images of books and papers filled with tentative crow's feet scrawls entered his head.
Yuan looked up sharply to see Jingle, one of his retainers, standing there awkwardly with a bag in one hand and a cane in the other.
Day 10:
Botta could see there was that predator-like readiness there, lurking in his posture, in the way he had positioned himself, and wondered if that was a conscious choice on Yuan's part or not.
Any sudden moves would probably be interpreted as hostile, and Botta had a distinct impression that it wasn't a healthy thing to be around Yuan if he didn't think of you as a friend or at least as a non-enemy.
Yuan looked up at him, shook his head in apparent amusement, planted a hand on Botta's chest and pushed unexpectedly.
Day 11:
His expression became thoughtful and Botta fancied he could see the cogs turning in his head.
Botta didn't for a moment consider that Yuan might not do that, despite being so much smaller and lighter than Botta himself.
He didn't like being caught off guard; it made thinking so difficult.
Day 12:
Botta meant to say something, but he made the mistake of looking at Yuan while trying to be nonchalant about passing him with only inches of air separating them.
As he made his way toward the barracks, Botta could only wonder if it still might not be better to allow Yuan to simply kill him before the situation truly got out of hand.
Botta's outrage at the treatment of half-elves and obvious respect for Martel even though he had never personally met her had certainly helped to thaw Yuan's heart.
Day 13:
(Didn't write anything. :( )
Day 14:
Yuan kind of wanted to hate himself at that moment for putting so much pressure on Jingle to basically make sure his possible screw-ups wouldn't end up getting them all killed, but he shook the thought away.
Since Jingle himself wasn't capable of riding a horse or wielding a sword, he seemed to want a capable man to watch Yuan's back.
Menazo kicked his own horse's flanks as he drew his sword, but he didn't make it to Yuan's side because a second beast, slightly larger than the one that had dropped down on Yuan, rushed in from the bushes and blocked his path.
Day 15:
One woman, wearing a bright white dress entirely unsuited to tending to people with bloody injuries, crouched down at Yuan's side while Botta tried to make sure Yuan was lying down on the stretcher as comfortably as possible.
How the hell Yuan would be ever able to use that arm again, Botta had no clue.
Yuan's injury had made one thing painfully clear to Botta: he wanted to stay at Yuan's side and make sure that such harm wouldn't befall him again.
Day 16:
(Didn't write anything.)
Day 17:
Why did he care? Because Yuan was his employer? No, it was more personal than that.
The aura of intrigue and caring (in a strange, cynical way) had helped to cement his interest in Yuan, but something had already caught his attention the moment he saw the disheveled man emerging from the woods.
Yuan's eyes were boring into his, and he found himself fervently wishing that his thoughts couldn't be read in his eyes.
Day 18:
He knew he should have found it alarming that he was so glad at the prospect of getting to talk to Botta at such an ungodly hour, but boredom and the persistent ache in his shoulder had eaten away at his patience.
He wasn't sure Botta's insistence to become his vassal wasn't entirely motivated by shock, anyway.
He knew he would have to be able to back up his decision with damn good reasoning to keep the Renegades from executing Botta on the spot if he brought the man into the base.
Day 19:
He wouldn't be able to convince the Renegade Senior Staff with flimsy excuses like that, so even if they didn't attack Botta, they would certainly question Yuan's own sanity and impartiality in insisting that Botta would make a fine addition to their team.
Yuan couldn't explain why, but he had a worrying feeling that if he didn't get Botta out of the Iselia region, out of his own damn mansion, something terrible would befall the man.
Even though Botta knew too much to be allowed to roam free, he could leave -- only then Yuan would have to send out his men to kill him.
Day 20:
I found the smarminess of the writing funny, so have a five-sentence summary today! ♥
Botta really would have made for a rather impressive troll, Yuan thought and couldn't stop the snicker that broke free from him.
For a second, both men were silent -- Botta probably because he hadn't realized the possible innuendo in his sentence and Yuan because he was contemplating whether it would be cruel to tease the man for it.
Much as he would have loved to keep teasing the man, to see how far he could take this little game of flirtation, he was afraid that he would only succeed in scaring Botta off once and for all.
Yuan had dropped off almost alarmingly fast, but Botta knew that healing, especially when accelerated with magic, took its toll on the body of the patient.
On the other hand, Botta was not at all certain that touching Yuan wouldn't end with him being reduced to nothing but a bloody stain on the wall.
Day 21:
Rationally thinking, Botta knew perfectly well that there were more than a handful of guards around and that Yuan was in no danger, but he couldn't help the nagging feeling weighing him down as he left the apartment.
Kratos had seemed to lose all will to live when he had borne witness to Yuan's swordplay talents -- or the lack thereof, to be more accurate.
As the horses meandered out of the fortress, with two of the guards in front and one in the back, with Yuan riding just in front of him, Botta took the chance to study his traveling companions.
Day 22:
(Didn't write anything.)
Day 23:
(Didn't write anything.)
Day 24:
Did Yuan's new explanation make any more sense than his previous one? Botta felt that he couldn't make heads or tails of the situation.
He was starting to suspect that Yuan was something of a trickster and his word wasn't to be trusted carelessly.
The man would just have to cope with his idiosyncracies, Yuan thought.
Day 25:
As they decided to turn in shortly after dinner, Yuan only found himself wishing the man wouldn't wear a hole in the floor and keep everyone up for the night.
Yuan stood up and grabbed his clothes, trying to get dressed in a haste without waking up the two tired guards.
Botta wondered uneasily if they intended to leave him in the desert or... sacrifice him to the god of fire at the ruins of the old temple or something like that.
Day 26:
(Didn't write anything.)
Day 27:
Yuan wasn't sure how he should have gone about telling Botta his plan, but apparently, he had chosen the one way not to do it.
(At this point, I switched stories, but have summaries anyway. Be warned, though, many of them are violent and dark.)
Selia recovered from the spell enough to bring up her staff with enough force to snap the Desian's arm, making him howl in pain.
Selia didn't know how bad the situation was, but there had been too many corpses lining the corridors.
Day 28:
Her voice was uncharacteristically meek and uncertain, which made Selia look at her curiously and with no small amount of alarm.
(Finished the story I started yesterday, so... time for another story switch. Oh, and the tense shifts are intentional, not just my brain melting in the last few days of November...)
He had fought Yggdrasill because someone needed to throw a spanner in the works before that megalomaniac could raze the entire planet.
Yuan thinks hard, and he remembers that he has known for years, centuries even, that he was never strong enough to face Yggdrasill by himself in combat.
Day 29:
Abruptly, he felt hot tears threatening to spill over.
He didn't have time to care about anything except the situation at hand, the situation that Numura was so damn determined to keep him out of.
Botta realized he was still holding onto the sword, and with no mild disgust, he flung it to the side, making it hit the wall and clatter down to the floor.
Day 30:
Botta didn't know what to think now that Yuan was the one who had broken out of the loop, whether it had been his intention or not.
Botta hadn't thought it a great sacrifice to make at the time; he had recognized that Lloyd and his friends just might have the power and strength to dethrone Yggdrasill.
The problem was, Botta respected the wishes of the dying and the dead too much to openly disobey them.
----
And that's it for NaNoWriMo 2011. Only eleven months to the next NaNo!
Day 1:
Neil took off at a run to catch up to him once more, evidently not in the mood to be left in the dust -- much to Yuan's chagrin.
No one had seen it fit to void the contract while Yuan's father was still alive, and now that had come back to bite Yuan in the ass.
Blood poured out of the gash onto the forest floor, but Yuan could see the wound was little more than a superficial one, and it wouldn't be nearly enough to incapacitate the animal.
Day 2:
The blue-haired man walked closer, his steps showing just enough that Botta could tell he was more than likely skilled in combat; there was that lethal, graceful gait he had witnessed before.
Botta didn't realize he had been frozen in his spot before the man was already standing next to him, reaching over to take the reins from his hand.
The blue-haired man was wearing fingerless gloves, but his fingers were unusually rough and calloused for a noble -- at least as far as Botta had ever had cause to think about nobles' hands in detail.
Day 3:
Nature's selection at its best, Yuan thought to himself with a wry smile.
Yuan watched him keenly while he had the chance to do so -- Botta seemed to be fully absorbed in his task, so Yuan didn't think he was in danger of being found out.
Botta didn't seem to be aware of the possibility that he could have offended Yuan with his innocent act, and Yuan found that very knowledge refreshing, like a breath of fresh air in a room that had hitherto been filled with stale, stagnant air.
Day 4:
No matter what would happen, Yuan had little doubt that Botta's presence would change things somehow.
Botta didn't need to be told twice; he had no wish to stay behind without Yuan.
As Botta hurried to catch up to him, he couldn't help thinking that the house ill seemed to suit someone like Yuan.
Day 5:
He didn't realize his relief at getting to take his weight off his feet was as obvious as it must have been before Yuan chuckled.
In any case, even though he was suspicious of people and their motives like any half-elf, Botta decided that he would do everything in his power to prove to Yuan that his unexpected offer of kindness and sympathy wasn't undeserved or unappreciated.
Yuan wondered if Neil had had something to do with that; he had a feeling that the man had decided to go on with the ball plans despite Yuan's reticence.
Day 6:
Kratos gave him one of those cold, flat looks Yuan remembered so well from his youth.
Yuan wanted to hate him or at least dislike him for being so detached and diplomatic, but he knew Kratos' way of reasoning and his motives too well to be able to do that fairly.
He wasn't having much luck, and Yuan, that bastard, was just standing there as if it was none of his business to help Kratos.
Day 7:
He had no idea what Dirk was working on or how artistic it was going to be; all he wanted was his information, and then he'd get out of there.
Yuan swayed on his feet after being hit by the dog-like creature; he had to grab the doorjamb to not end up falling back in.
Botta found it difficult to interpret the meaning behind the words, but he couldn't turn to look and try to make sense of Yuan's facial expression because his task required focus.
Day 8:
Many people didn't seem to like Yuan, from what little Botta had been able to find out during the past two weeks.
Yuan had long ago resigned himself to the thought that at some point, he might very well have to out himself as the main supporter and leader of the Renegades.
While the woman had her back turned, with her pert little butt stuck out at an angle that had to be uncomfortable, Yuan got out of his chair and walked close to her.
Day 9:
Yuan shifted his hold on the knife so that it was no longer so easily visible to the shaken servant, but still held at an angle that would help Yuan go for an immediately fatal strike.
Yuan realized his thoughts were getting away from him when images of books and papers filled with tentative crow's feet scrawls entered his head.
Yuan looked up sharply to see Jingle, one of his retainers, standing there awkwardly with a bag in one hand and a cane in the other.
Day 10:
Botta could see there was that predator-like readiness there, lurking in his posture, in the way he had positioned himself, and wondered if that was a conscious choice on Yuan's part or not.
Any sudden moves would probably be interpreted as hostile, and Botta had a distinct impression that it wasn't a healthy thing to be around Yuan if he didn't think of you as a friend or at least as a non-enemy.
Yuan looked up at him, shook his head in apparent amusement, planted a hand on Botta's chest and pushed unexpectedly.
Day 11:
His expression became thoughtful and Botta fancied he could see the cogs turning in his head.
Botta didn't for a moment consider that Yuan might not do that, despite being so much smaller and lighter than Botta himself.
He didn't like being caught off guard; it made thinking so difficult.
Day 12:
Botta meant to say something, but he made the mistake of looking at Yuan while trying to be nonchalant about passing him with only inches of air separating them.
As he made his way toward the barracks, Botta could only wonder if it still might not be better to allow Yuan to simply kill him before the situation truly got out of hand.
Botta's outrage at the treatment of half-elves and obvious respect for Martel even though he had never personally met her had certainly helped to thaw Yuan's heart.
Day 13:
(Didn't write anything. :( )
Day 14:
Yuan kind of wanted to hate himself at that moment for putting so much pressure on Jingle to basically make sure his possible screw-ups wouldn't end up getting them all killed, but he shook the thought away.
Since Jingle himself wasn't capable of riding a horse or wielding a sword, he seemed to want a capable man to watch Yuan's back.
Menazo kicked his own horse's flanks as he drew his sword, but he didn't make it to Yuan's side because a second beast, slightly larger than the one that had dropped down on Yuan, rushed in from the bushes and blocked his path.
Day 15:
One woman, wearing a bright white dress entirely unsuited to tending to people with bloody injuries, crouched down at Yuan's side while Botta tried to make sure Yuan was lying down on the stretcher as comfortably as possible.
How the hell Yuan would be ever able to use that arm again, Botta had no clue.
Yuan's injury had made one thing painfully clear to Botta: he wanted to stay at Yuan's side and make sure that such harm wouldn't befall him again.
Day 16:
(Didn't write anything.)
Day 17:
Why did he care? Because Yuan was his employer? No, it was more personal than that.
The aura of intrigue and caring (in a strange, cynical way) had helped to cement his interest in Yuan, but something had already caught his attention the moment he saw the disheveled man emerging from the woods.
Yuan's eyes were boring into his, and he found himself fervently wishing that his thoughts couldn't be read in his eyes.
Day 18:
He knew he should have found it alarming that he was so glad at the prospect of getting to talk to Botta at such an ungodly hour, but boredom and the persistent ache in his shoulder had eaten away at his patience.
He wasn't sure Botta's insistence to become his vassal wasn't entirely motivated by shock, anyway.
He knew he would have to be able to back up his decision with damn good reasoning to keep the Renegades from executing Botta on the spot if he brought the man into the base.
Day 19:
He wouldn't be able to convince the Renegade Senior Staff with flimsy excuses like that, so even if they didn't attack Botta, they would certainly question Yuan's own sanity and impartiality in insisting that Botta would make a fine addition to their team.
Yuan couldn't explain why, but he had a worrying feeling that if he didn't get Botta out of the Iselia region, out of his own damn mansion, something terrible would befall the man.
Even though Botta knew too much to be allowed to roam free, he could leave -- only then Yuan would have to send out his men to kill him.
Day 20:
I found the smarminess of the writing funny, so have a five-sentence summary today! ♥
Botta really would have made for a rather impressive troll, Yuan thought and couldn't stop the snicker that broke free from him.
For a second, both men were silent -- Botta probably because he hadn't realized the possible innuendo in his sentence and Yuan because he was contemplating whether it would be cruel to tease the man for it.
Much as he would have loved to keep teasing the man, to see how far he could take this little game of flirtation, he was afraid that he would only succeed in scaring Botta off once and for all.
Yuan had dropped off almost alarmingly fast, but Botta knew that healing, especially when accelerated with magic, took its toll on the body of the patient.
On the other hand, Botta was not at all certain that touching Yuan wouldn't end with him being reduced to nothing but a bloody stain on the wall.
Day 21:
Rationally thinking, Botta knew perfectly well that there were more than a handful of guards around and that Yuan was in no danger, but he couldn't help the nagging feeling weighing him down as he left the apartment.
Kratos had seemed to lose all will to live when he had borne witness to Yuan's swordplay talents -- or the lack thereof, to be more accurate.
As the horses meandered out of the fortress, with two of the guards in front and one in the back, with Yuan riding just in front of him, Botta took the chance to study his traveling companions.
Day 22:
(Didn't write anything.)
Day 23:
(Didn't write anything.)
Day 24:
Did Yuan's new explanation make any more sense than his previous one? Botta felt that he couldn't make heads or tails of the situation.
He was starting to suspect that Yuan was something of a trickster and his word wasn't to be trusted carelessly.
The man would just have to cope with his idiosyncracies, Yuan thought.
Day 25:
As they decided to turn in shortly after dinner, Yuan only found himself wishing the man wouldn't wear a hole in the floor and keep everyone up for the night.
Yuan stood up and grabbed his clothes, trying to get dressed in a haste without waking up the two tired guards.
Botta wondered uneasily if they intended to leave him in the desert or... sacrifice him to the god of fire at the ruins of the old temple or something like that.
Day 26:
(Didn't write anything.)
Day 27:
Yuan wasn't sure how he should have gone about telling Botta his plan, but apparently, he had chosen the one way not to do it.
(At this point, I switched stories, but have summaries anyway. Be warned, though, many of them are violent and dark.)
Selia recovered from the spell enough to bring up her staff with enough force to snap the Desian's arm, making him howl in pain.
Selia didn't know how bad the situation was, but there had been too many corpses lining the corridors.
Day 28:
Her voice was uncharacteristically meek and uncertain, which made Selia look at her curiously and with no small amount of alarm.
(Finished the story I started yesterday, so... time for another story switch. Oh, and the tense shifts are intentional, not just my brain melting in the last few days of November...)
He had fought Yggdrasill because someone needed to throw a spanner in the works before that megalomaniac could raze the entire planet.
Yuan thinks hard, and he remembers that he has known for years, centuries even, that he was never strong enough to face Yggdrasill by himself in combat.
Day 29:
Abruptly, he felt hot tears threatening to spill over.
He didn't have time to care about anything except the situation at hand, the situation that Numura was so damn determined to keep him out of.
Botta realized he was still holding onto the sword, and with no mild disgust, he flung it to the side, making it hit the wall and clatter down to the floor.
Day 30:
Botta didn't know what to think now that Yuan was the one who had broken out of the loop, whether it had been his intention or not.
Botta hadn't thought it a great sacrifice to make at the time; he had recognized that Lloyd and his friends just might have the power and strength to dethrone Yggdrasill.
The problem was, Botta respected the wishes of the dying and the dead too much to openly disobey them.
----
And that's it for NaNoWriMo 2011. Only eleven months to the next NaNo!