Well, I get popular articles at least once a day, so I figured I might give my thoughts on writing fiction. Mind you that I'm a stinking awful writer. As in I never wrote anything other than one short story worth anything, and I look back on that one as sub-par. Maybe I'll re-write it someday.     First, I believe that in writing you should have a sort of gritty realism. For an example of this, I write below (sci-fi, Battletech/MechWarrior style):  &n...

    I am a fan of Tremulous, the open-source Q3 strategy FPS, to the point of writing fanfiction. Granted, it has no story.     New Douglas was a peaceful planet, until the aliens came. Humanity used to live in luxurious cities, but now everything with less than eight legs lives in military bases. The aliens hunt the humans relentlessly, with the tiny Dretch or the magnificent Tyrant, or anything in-between.     The light is burning my eyes... I...

   Life in the 22nd century will be harsh, unless we do something about it.     I woke up today in my shanty. I got up, put on my clothes that I've worn for over a month straight. I can get them washed next free day. In another month. I walk down the rough concrete floors, weaving through the other workers as I head to the factory. Most of the workers are missing fingers, even feet from industrial accidents. I'm lucky not to be like them. I've been working since I t...

      January 20, 3058       The woman got up from where she was seated. The room was dark, but she didn't seem to mind. She walked out, into the sunlight. Two things stood out about her. First, she wore a trenchcoat, second, she had a blindfold on. She had chains hanging from her belt, long, heavy, steel chains. They did not glimmer, and they made no noise as she walked.       Though she was merely walking, her min...

     February 7, 2039, Seattle Outskirts      Patch raced along the highway out of Seattle, chased by a group of eight uniformed foes. She didn't speak English, so she couldn't ask them, but she was pretty sure the logos they bore belonged to the Humanis Policlub, a radical anti-metahuman group. She, an Elf, fell perfectly into the target category. Her bike groaned with the stress of the high-speed pursuit. The light elf couldn't even risk shooting the ...

    I sat up in bed. The visions of the future... or were they the past? were too much for me. The war did this to everyone, but I knew for sure that I was never meant for this. But I fought on. Day after day, hiding, running, shooting. A warrior's life. A'na'la . I haven't used my native language in a long time, but that was the one word that applies to a warrior's life. It's actually three words, combined for one meaning.     A means "the" in our language. I...

    You know how I write by now. Link to past article, open with first paragraph?     "The greenhouse has been breached. Fall back to the nearest bunker forevacuation as necessary. I repeat, the greenhouse has been breached.Get to a shelter. This is not a drill."     Alex ran for cover as the aliens began flooding in through the breach, hoping to outrun any of them. Luckily, he made it past the blast-doors just before they closed with a gigantic...

I've got some questions on what makes the best reading experience for you. Should I keep the 1st/3rd person switching? Should I limit myself to only Tremulous stuff, or include some of my own brainstorms? Would you enjoy if I tried to draw something to give you rough sketches of the items not already in Tremulous? Should I keep a glossary of all my original additions if I make any? Should I make a sentient alien/plot twist to allow Alex to communicate with the aliens, or lea...

    And now I continue the planned epic Tremulous tale. I'll start with the last paragraph of Part 1 (follow the article link), and move onto part 2.     Alex made it to the greenhouse without any problems. The greenhousewas the weakest part of the human's base, and it was on the exterior,but there was no reason the aliens would attack. The walls were strongand only dretches could get in through the vents. Dretches were easykills for the machinegun turrets, the g...

Shadowrun: Infected"I still wonder when the medicine will take its effect.And the injection they made, it's all just left me the same.It's hard to concentrate with echoes of your voice in my head.From all you said, I'm still paralyzed.But I'm almost out of breath from saying things that I'll regret.My time is over, I can't do this alone.I'm infected with you, pull the plug already.Tell me before I go, that your infected with me." - Demon Hunter I haven't fed in days. The last time I ate I m...

Shadowrun: Screams of the Undead Every single time I feel the burn I try to throw it away. A fast fix for the brokenness of everyday. Its like the pain is building up, it's swelling up, I've got to choke it down and break it down until it's broke down. it's like a shard of glass, it's like a broken piece. Of everything I hate, it's everything in me, A burnt heart stains black the blood it flows. A dead soul will overshadow. - Demon Hunter I am Ki...

     Spectre entered the cockpit of his Mad Cat MK II. The formidable 90-ton battlemech was the terror of Steiner loyal pilots anywhere. He may have been a mercenary, but that didn't limit him to impartiality, did it? Here in the Solaris VII Steiner Coliseum, the Lyrans still had to fear him on their home turf.      Spectre examined the weapons panel. The LRM 20's and LRM 10's allowed him to launch a sixty round barage if he fired both missile silos, th...

     Does the dream make the future, or the future make the dream?      16-782 sat up in bed. He was tired of this. Tired of living by a number. Tired of living for the science. Tired of Ganymedes. The knowledge of everything past to gain the knowledge of the future. That was Project Ganymedes. To steal the future from the Gods. What good did it do? 16 didn't know. He wanted one thing. Out. To leave the project behind, leave the scientists, leave the ...