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Post by PFA on Sept 21, 2008 15:34:20 GMT -5
The thread title is sadly uncreative.  But whatever. EDIT: PFA's decided which novel she's gonna do now. ^_^ Title: A New Fayonia Genre: Uhh... fictional-world war? What would you classify that as? Plot: A war is raging between the two countries Eyridia and Auclay, but some of the surrounding countries are getting involved in the war as well. Eyridia decides to try and overtake a small country known as Fayonia, hoping to gain an advantage over the Auclay armies. The Fayonians are thus forced to flee, hoping to find refuge in one of the neighboring countries. But will any of them take them in? Main Character: A lot of the story will focus on a young woman named Illiete, a Fayonian, but there might be some stars from the other countries, as well. Other Thoughts: I actually thought of this one waaay back during last year's NaNo. Rather, my subconscious thought of it, as it's based off a dream I had. One that I thought had good story potential. XD; But the thing about this one is, I just don't have a lot of ideas for it. About half of that plot summary wasn't even thought up until just now, as I was trying to put together a comprehensible plot summary!  ;;; Oh, and I'd need to decide on all sorts of names... Title: Save the Fourth Wall!
Genre: Probably humor
Plot: The Fourth Wall has asploded! All the characters from PFA's various stories meet, go generally crazy, and try to figure out how to get the Fourth Wall back in order before the worlds implode.
Main Character: The MCs from all my other stories, most likely
Other Thoughts: See, the reason why I think this one would have more success is that there's much more room for on-a-whim plot bits that don't even have to make sense. But that's also the reason why I don't wanna do it. XDDDD;
I mean, I know NaNos don't have to be well-written, but this would just feel kinda like a cop-out made of sugar-fueled craziness to me. Doesn't really feel like it would be as challenging as it should be, you know? So yeah, I'm going with the Fayonian one, and if all else fails, I'll have the Fourth Wall asplode halfway through.  Woohoo. |
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Post by PFA on Sept 24, 2008 10:04:14 GMT -5
Sooo with the help of a name generator, I got a bunch of names for my first plot idea (which is the one I've decided to do). Now all I need is a title... *ponders* |
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Sept 24, 2008 21:41:04 GMT -5
The first sounds like a challenge since you don't have a lot of ideas for it... but I do thing that's part of the essence of NaNo. To start writing without being so sure where you're going (or if you do know where you're going, at least without knowing how you're gonna get there.) I think you'll have a lot of fun with it. Good luck, PFA! ^_^
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Post by Zylaa on Sept 24, 2008 22:28:41 GMT -5
I agree, the first one sounds challenging since you don't have too many ideas for it, but that's all part of the fun! It sounds like it could be an interesting story, and I like dream-based stories. Also, don't worry about not having names, I'm still referring to all of my potential protagonists as (name).
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Post by ♥ Lulu on Sept 25, 2008 10:24:13 GMT -5
Or you could give them temporary names; I tend to do either that, or trawl through baby books.
I think as complex as it sounds, it will be awesome when it's done =D
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Post by PFA on Sept 27, 2008 19:45:57 GMT -5
Thanks, guys. ^_^
Speaking of temporary names, I've given the novel a temporary-but-possibly-permanent title. "A New Fayonia." So... yay.
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Post by PFA on Sept 28, 2008 22:04:19 GMT -5
Efilat: A Fayonian man, who tries to keep everyone calm throughout all the trials they go through. Illiete sees him as a father-figure, most probably in place of the parents she never knew. Buro: Leader of Eyridia. He oversees all the actions taken by the Eyridian armies. Virrin: A random Eyridian soldier that the Fayonians encounter in their travels. Probably won't be a lot of story behind him, but since I've got an idea and a list of unused names, might as well make use of them. Nuithor: Leader of Auclay. He is often in his office, stressing over the war and the various outcomes of it. Graycia: Nuithor's innocent young daughter. Probably one of the few things keeping him sane. Not a lot of ideas behind any of them, but that's kinda the direction this whole novel has been going so far. xP EDIT: Some character sketches. |
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Post by PFA on Nov 1, 2008 23:19:49 GMT -5
I already posted this excerpt on NaNo, but I figure I might as well post it here, too, especially considering this thread is like a month dead. XD; “Efilat! Illiete!” came the voice of Geiwhi, one of Efilat’s friends. “We have to hurry! We need to get out of Fayonia!”
“We’re... we’re leaving Fayonia?!” Illiete cried in horror.
“I’m afraid we don’t have a choice,” was Geiwhi’s reply. “The Eyridians are driving us out!”
“And sending us where?!” Efilat growled. “Where do we have to go?!”
“...I don’t know,” Geiwhi said with a sigh, as the border of Fayonia started coming into sight. “I just don’t know.”
As the Fayonians crossed over the border, leaving their home indefinitely, their only hope was that the country they were entering would be kind enough to let them stay there. |
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Post by PFA on Nov 2, 2008 20:35:28 GMT -5
Might as well keep this thread alive with random excerpts. Fields of green spread far and wide
Smiling friends on every side
Where I look, my heart is glad
All around, you hear them say
You will find here, every day,
So much joy here, to be had
Fayonia! Fayonia!
The home of peace and dreams
Fayonia! Fayonia!
Upon which the sun beams
Fayonia! Fayonia!
To you I sing this song
Fayonia! Fayonia!
May you ever stand strong ”So...” one guard said to another, after having stood there for several hours. “...Yup.”
“Yup,” came the reply. One of the guards promptly pulled a beer bottle out of his coat and took a swig.
The other guard stared. “I thought we weren’t allowed to have alcohol on duty.”
“No one’s out here, anyways.” The guard took a second bottle from his coat and handed it to the other guard. “Come on, it’s not like we have anything better to do.”
The latter guard contemplated this for a moment, before finally accepting the bottle with a shrug. Both guards took a swig from their respective bottles. “...Yup.”
“Yup.” |
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Post by PFA on Nov 5, 2008 17:00:44 GMT -5
10k'd! Wh00t! 1/5th of the way there! *dances* Just for the sake of it, I'm going to do the same thing I did last year and list the words that I reached the landmarks with. Meaning, the 10kth word, the 20kth word, etc. 10k: I 20k: stars 30k: do 40k: will 50k: The Yepyep. Will edit in the others once I reach those points. :3 |
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Post by PFA on Nov 11, 2008 15:55:31 GMT -5
...I noticed how Illiete keeps calling Efilat "uncle," and then Omni suggested this reference to me, and it was just too good to resist. XDDD “Mmm! How nice of that woman to give us some tea,” Efilat said, taking a sip from his cup. “Tea always has been my favorite.”
“Yeah, it’s not bad...” Illiete replied absently, staring into her cup of tea for a moment before instead turning her head to look out the window. “Let’s hope this storm lets up before it gets late. We’ll want to set out again as soon as the rain stops.”
Efilat looked up from his tea to look at his niece. “You sure are obsessed, aren’t you, Illiete?”
“You know how it is, uncle.” Illiete turned away from the window to look into Efilat’s eyes. “The sooner we capture the Avatar... erm, I mean, get to Samulia, the better.”
“If you say so, niece,” Efilat said with a sigh. “It’s just that it would be a shame to waste such perfectly good tea.”
Illiete raised an eyebrow. “Is that all you ever think about, uncle? Tea?”
“What can I say?” Efilat shrugged. “I like my tea.”
“...Whatever.” Now if I can just squeeze in a GW2 reference, I'm set. *brick'd* On a completely random side note, I keep imagining this novel as a live-action movie for some reason. XD; Makes me wonder if I can get this thing turned into a movie someday... after all the proof-reading and de-lame-ifying, of course. |
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Post by PFA on Nov 18, 2008 23:52:25 GMT -5
“There’s so many critters and other who-knows-whats in the grass!” she whined as they started to lay out their blankets. “What will we do if they start waking us up in the night? Some of them might be dangerous!”
“Calm down, Aryola, we can always set traps for the animals if we need to,” Efilat said in reply.
“Traps? How do we do that?” Illiete asked. “I don’t think any of us brought any traps or anything of the sort...”
“What, you’ve never made a trap from scratch before?” Efilat said with a grin. “It’s really easy! Just watch!”
And so, Efilat demonstrated how to set up an animal trap. First he made a hole in the ground, and then he covered it up with sticks and leaves. Finally, he put a small portion of food in the middle, which would lure any lurking animals to the trap.
“And there you have it,” he said. “That is how you capture a Pokémo-- er, wild animal.”
“Are you sure that’s going to work?” Aryola asked, looking at the trap as if not sure it would actually do what it was supposed to do.
“Of course it will!” Efilat replied. “Now, why don’t we set up a few more of these for extra security? Illiete, Aryola, why don’t you two go out into that field with the strangely tall grass and find some more sticks for the traps?”
“Okay, fine... I’ll see what I can find...” Aryola said with a sigh, and she and Illiete wandered off into the grass. Aryola was not at all happy about this, knowing that it was all too likely to find strange critters in this grass that just so happened to be tall enough to hide critters of the sort. Because tall grass is cool that way.
As Illiete crouched through the grass and started picking up some sticks, Aryola took the time to look out for any suspicious critters lurking nearby. What she wasn’t expecting, however, was that there would be some really suspicious creatures lurking in that usually uninhabited tall grass today. Creatures that weren’t even supposed to exist.
“Hey Illiete, having any luck over there with those sticks?” Aryola asked absently.
“Well, I just found a sixth one,” came the response, as Illiete held up the stick in question for Aryola to see.
“I guess that’s good... though we’re probably going to need a whole lot more sticks than just si-- ack!” Aryola’s sentence was interrupted as she felt her leg bump into something. “I just bumped into something! Something alive, I think!”
“What kind of something?” Illiete asked. “Can you see what it was? Is it still there?”
“I don’t know! Let’s see...” Aryola replied, turning around and pushing the grass aside to see what the object was. “I’m just hoping it wasn’t something nasty like a skunk or somethi-- BWAH!”
The critter Aryola saw, honestly, didn’t even look like a critter at all. It looked like a cluster of floating squares, each of the squares frequently changing in pattern, color, or location. The mysterious “creature” looked up at Aryola--or at least she assumed it did, which it was hard to tell when the thing had no noticeable eyes--and made a strange, distorted noise.
“Oh crud!” Aryola yelped in fear. “It’s a Missingno! Reset, reset!”
“Who the what now?” Illiete asked, blinking in confusion. Before she could get a response, the stick in her hand suddenly split itself in half, each of the halves forming into two entirely new sticks. This process repeated, until Illiete soon found herself buried in over one hundred sticks. “Ack! Help me!”
“This is what happens when you start getting obsessed with weird game glitches!” Aryola shouted at the author, just as the Missingno flew into the air, repeating its bizarre version of a cry.
And suddenly, the world inverted in color. And then Aryola turned into a chipmunk. And Illiete suddenly became frozen and burned at the same time, and then became known as ZZAAuioZ5ZAjkklZAAZjkl2agAZ3. And then, the world exploded.
And then everything went black.
Soon enough, the world started coming into focus again. To Aryola and Illiete’s relief, they found that the world was back to the way it was supposed to be. They had arrived back at their last save poi-- um, back at the field where they were setting up camp.
“So then,” Efilat said, catching the girls’ attention. “Would you like me to show you how to set up an animal trap?”
“NO!” Illiete and Aryola both shouted at once.
Efilat blinked in confusion, unsure why the girls reacted the way they did. But honestly, they had just experienced enough glitches for an entire lifetime’s worth, and they weren’t exactly looking forward to doing that again.
So the moral of the story is, never let an old man stick your name into the wild Pokémon data. The result isn’t pretty. 30k is so close and yet so far. @_@; *really needs to stop procrastinating* |
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Post by PFA on Nov 19, 2008 22:03:20 GMT -5
Because she was kinda low on plot but still needed a bunch more words, PFA managed to pull off two dares at once. XD; WHOO. First off, the dares I managed: Dare: Include a black forest cake in the story. Bonus points: If the cake is somehow described as "deliciously moist" Triple score: If the cake is a lie. Dare: Reference CaramellDansen somewhere in your NaNo. Bonus: If you reference both the lyrics AND the dance. Triple score: If you reference the dance, the whole chorus, and at least one verse by the time you finish. I don't care what language. Some people brought out food, drink, and other sorts of assorted goodies. Virrin found that one of the aforementioned food items was a black forest cake, even though he wasn’t sure where exactly they managed to get such a delicious looking cake in such a short period of time. At any rate, he decided to take a slice of it. This would be a good time to relax and just eat some cake.
“I wouldn’t eat that cake if I were you,” someone said to Virrin as he cut a slice from the cake. “I’ll bet you it’s not even really a cake at all. I’ll bet you that cake is a lie.”
“The cake is a lie?” Virrin wondered, as he took a bite from the aforementioned cake. “Well, if it IS a lie, it certainly is a delicious lie.”
“Is it a deliciously moist lie?”
“Uhhh... yeah, I suppose it is.”
“You have your proof!” came the shout. “Any cake that you can describe as deliciously moist HAS to be a lie! There’s no denying it! The cake is a lie!”
Virrin blinked, staring at the other man as if he wasn’t entirely sane. He probably wasn’t. “...Right then. The cake is a lie.”
“Good, I see you’ve finally acknowledged that. I tell ya, you can never trust a deliciously moist cake. Because a deliciously moist cake is, without doubt, a lie.”
“Yeah, those deliciously moist cakes...” Virrin’s eyes wandered, looking for an excuse to change the subject. “Hey, look! It’s the Caramel Dance!”
Sure enough, off in the distance there were people doing the Caramel Dance, clapping their hands and taking the chance. ‘Cause now here we are with the Caramel Dance! Ooh ooh, ooh ahh ooh ahh...
“Well, at least we know that the Caramel Dance isn’t a lie,” the other man said in response to Virrin. “Come on, are you ready to take part?”
“I don’t know, I’m not very good at dancing,” Virrin admitted sheepishly.
“Aw come on, anyone can join in!” came the reply. “All you’ve got to do is do as I do. First you’ve got to move your feet, like so! And then you shake your hips... come on, do it to the melody!”
“Uhh...” Virrin stared blankly at the person in front of him, who was suddenly breaking out into the Caramel Dance.
“Clap your hands, take some steps to the left... listen and learn! Come on, don’t miss the chance!”
“No... that’s okay, I think I’ll sit this one out.” Virrin chuckled awkwardly, backing away from the man. This man was definitely a few screws loose, Virrin thought.
Once Virrin was suitably far away, he let out a sigh, and took another bite of his deliciously moist black forest cake. It certainly was delicious. And moist. And hopefully not a lie, as lies weren’t exactly very filling.
He absently wondered if anyone had brought any caramel. He was suddenly craving caramel. Probably had something to do with all the Caramel Dancing. But he figured he’d just manage with his lying cake for now. Maybe he could pick up some lying caramel later. But then again, that man said that caramel wasn’t a lie... or at least the Caramel Dance wasn’t...
Virrin decided not to ponder this any further. He was starting to get confused. And right now, he just wanted to relax. Relaxing was good, after a day like today. I need to get to the interesting portion of the plot, dangit. D: SO CLOSE AND YET SO FAR. |
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Post by Killix on Nov 19, 2008 22:50:53 GMT -5
That glitch Pokemon thing was hilarious. A/10
d=(^__^)z
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Post by PFA on Nov 20, 2008 13:16:55 GMT -5
That glitch Pokemon thing was hilarious. A/10 d=(^__^)z Thank you. :3 I try to be. *should be writing* >_> |
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But whatever.
;;; Oh, and I'd need to decide on all sorts of names...
Woohoo.
