Sir Jason's Nano

[Jason]

Ah the smell of a new board. I think this'll go well formy Nano. Yep...This is perfect!

[Jason]

Well I've got nothing. Any ideas?

[♥ Xivvy]

I could, of course, toss out some random ideas, but be very prepared for how random I can get o__O

[Jason]

I've got sort of an ideas surrounding Halloween...Though I'm not sure how good it is...

[Jason]

How do I check my word count?

[Avery]

What are you using to write?

[Jason]

Microsoft Word...

[Avery]

hisskingthekid20 said:

Microsoft Word...

Screenshots! (The story in the background is from last year's Nano. Don't read it unless you want your brain to die. =D)

Click tools.
Word count!

[Jason]

How do I upload what I currently have to the site?

[Avery]

hisskingthekid20 said:

How do I upload what I currently have to the site?

Uh, you don't. Just add your Word Count into your profile. ^^

[Jason]

How so?

[Jason]

I'm thinking of doing a story taking place in a world that is a combination of Earth, Neopia, with a splash of fantasy. Any opinions?

[Jason]

Nano Status Date: November 2,2007
Word Count: 542
Word Count Staus: I'm behind.

SPOILER: Click to show

Our story starts out on a farm. Now this isn’t your average farm just so ya know. The farm we are talking about is Dragonia Ranch. This farm doesn’t raise ordinary farm animals. Though this is to be expected; this story does take place on an alternate version of our dear Earth. This farm doesn’t raise cows, chickens and others, oh no. This farm raises dragons and mermaids and things. Though this story isn’t about the farm all on its own; this story is about a boy. Let me tell you this tale…

The year is two-thousand-eleven. Our character a young boy by the name of Matas sat outside. He was a young boy, no older than eleven or twelve. He had grown up on the farm since he could remember. On this snowy day, he sat inside eating breakfast. Though he looked healthy, he wasn’t. He was blind in his right eye. He was also death in his right ear. Freckled brown skin rubbed against the table. A head of moppy brown hair covered the boy’s caramel brown eyes. A silver shirt covered by a black winter jacket covered his body. Reaching out to grab at the milk carton, Matas smiled. “A cow. Dude I love cows and how cute they are!” he said.

Wait cows? Yes cows. For you see this world has both animals we know and some animals we don’t know. Matas and his family raise things such as dragons, fairies, phoenixes, etc. Matas had his own pet phoenix he called Feros. Now Feros wasn’t a fire phoenix. He himself was a lightning phoenix. That meant that he breathed lightning and not fire. In this world there were many types of things. Everything was made up of an element and everything had a specific element. The know elements were water, fire, earth, air, chaos, oblivion, divine, demonic, and angelic. There was also light and darkness but these were sub elements.

Now our friend Matas was a magic user. During the daytime he helped with the farm. During the night time though, he attended Velsper Training Academy. For you see in this world humans got jobs based on their abilities. There were magic users, weapons users, elementalist, priest, healers, you name it; though magic users were particularly weak compared to others. Matas was a magic user. Magic users and priest were basically the same except that priest mainly used energy instead of magic. Matas used energy though he also used magic. Now magic in this world was far different from what it is in our world. In fact our people wouldn’t call it magic at all.

You see for them magic was things like kendo with a splash of healing mixed in with it. Magic for them is what we call martial arts. Anyways today was the day. Today was the day that the eggs on the farm would hatch. Filling his bowl with milk and Frosted Flakes, Matas smiled. He had been hunting with his pet, Skyebenro the Shoyru. His blue feathers had lit up the sky and Feros had flown jealously with golden feathers falling to the ground. Stopping, they had spotted something strange carved into the pharmacy. “Chet Flash wuz here.” Was etched into the wall.

[Jason]

I'm quitting! I'm going to restart. Less than 2,000 words and I'm already out of ideas...

[Jason]

SPOILER: Click to show

A room is hidden in an art museum. This room is different from others though. How? Simple. This room can only be found by people referred to as ‘the gifted’. In this room is where our tale of hope, love, and drama begins. A young boy no older fourteen or fifteen stood in the room. The room wasn’t very interesting to say the least. It was just a regular room. Plain black and white tiled floor. Blank white walls. A window. Twas nothing special. Twas also here were Ginz stood on a good day. Now Ginz wasn’t his real name, I can tell you that. His real name was Ginzermo but he just liked to be called Ginz.

Ginz had light chocolate brown skin. Almond shaped green eyes lit up his face. Although he was scrawny, he was still strong. Long black hair was pulled into a small ponytail. Ginz had a black bandana with gold stars on it tied over his head. He wore blue jeans and a silver shirt. Staring closely at the wall, he blinked. A strange thing had just occurred. A picture had just appeared on one of each of the four walls.

The north wall had a bronze frame. A black background was illuminated with a silver glow. The glow turned out to be nothing more than a silver key. The south wall had a silver frame. It had a glowing bronze doorknob painted on it. The east wall had a gold frame. An oak wood door was painting on it. Finally the west wall. This one was different. This wall had a poem on it. It read:

Those who seek thee
Find the pieces times Three
Blood will help ye
Open the door to
Thine destiny

Ginz thought this over for a minute. “Find the pieces times three. That must mean I take a piece from the other paintings and connect them.” He thought. Turning to the northern wall, he plucked out the key. It fell into his hands. The key was about the size of a full grown dog. The handle at the end was shaped like a phoenix. “Boy this is heavy.” Ginz said with a pant. The key let out a silver glow and shrunk to the size of an iPod. Turning to the doorknob, Ginz pulled. Nothing happened. Pulling harder, he fell into the picture of the door, knocking it over and shattering it. Ink spilled over and Ginz panicked. Scooping it up, he noticed the doorknob had magically appeared in his lap. Laying the ink used to paint the door on the floor, he got to work.

Taking out some paper, Ginz began to paint the door back. Once he was done, he put the doorknob on the door. Taking the key, he began to fit it into the lock. Looking out the window, he saw a woman coming towards the room. Panicking, he opened the door. Without waiting, he dived. As he passed through the surface, the door faded out of existence.

Ginz found himself staring in shock. For you see he was face to face with a twisted staircase. Red carpeting when up it and the rails were gold. The strange thing was it was going up! How was it going up when he had went down? Blinking, Ginz continued onward. Climbing the staircase he was surprised to see a field of grass. Running up the staircase, he felt the ground beneath him fading. With a startled gasp, Ginz began to run up the stairs two by two. On the last step it faded and he began to fall. Reaching out, he grabbed on the ground and pulled himself up. Panting, Ginz looked around.

He was on a patch of dark green grass. Roads ran through the grass in many shapes. In the center of the grass was large crystal gate. It stretched high into the air so you couldn’t hop it. Silver bars lined the gate. On each bar was a row of different jewels. The first had diamonds followed by pearls, sapphires, rubies, and emeralds respectively on each gate. Staring, Ginz began to trudge towards the gate when he was knocked down.

Looking up, he found a girl lying on top of him. She had a pair of furry brown wolf ears sticking out from under her hair. Vampire fangs stuck out from her mouth. Her black hair blew in the wind. Brown eyes surveyed Ginz. Rolling off of him, she dusted her black dress and black v-neck shirt off. “Hey! I’m Blood and you are?” she asked. Ginz chuckled.

“I’m Ginz.”

“You must be an otherworlder.”

“Otherworlder?”

“One from the other side. Come on I’ll take you to the registration room.” Blood said, pulling Ginz up. With a startled yelp, Ginz followed after her.

~~~

A few minutes later, Ginz found himself sitting in a beanbag chair. Blood had dragged him across several streets, through the gates, through the front entrance, down several hallways, and finally down what appeared to be a wishing well…well at least he thought it was a wishing well. He wasn’t quite sure where he was exactly. All he knew was that the room was flooded. That and there was no one in the room except for him. Thinking, he was amazed as the room changed into that of the room he had been in before he arrived. In front of him though, was an oak desk. On it was a form. It read:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Power (To determine classes):
Desired Dorm Number:

Ginz thought and filled it out. Now it read:

Name: Ginz Zermo
Age: Fourteen
Gender: Male
Power (To determine classes): Unknown
Desired Dorm Number: 103

I need advice thought. I stuck with what power Ginz should have...Any ideas?