My adoring readers at this point probably know that I like to write. I've been trying a few different mediums at this point, and although I am attempting to write a novel right now, I think it is possible that my real passion is scripts.
Dialogue is my favorite part of any story. If it doesn't have good dialogue I usually don't enjoy it. (Old Man and the Sea and other classic narratives aside.) And since scripts ARE dialogue, what's not to love?
I have written two real scripts, unless you are counting the dorky ones which I am going to show you later. The only problem with script writing for me is that I have to remind myself to take myself seriously. I'm a joker, and unfortunately, not many people get my sense of humor. Seriously, if I unleashed my actual sense of humor on you, you would probably die of confusion. My mother says I could write Futurama episodes, I am that far out there.
And so, just to prove to you my love for writing dorky scripts, I present you with a link!
http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic65518.html#p723800
Flash! Bang!
Ain't it pretty? This link will deliver you to the Young Writer's Society. (It is one of the best writing sites out there with a very nice user base. I recommend it to any writer practicing their craft.)This link is a link to one of my scripts, "Keebler the Bounty Hunter". If the title isn't enough to scare you, wait until you read it. It has all of my favorite things: Heroes, bandits, wise cracking sidekicks-you name it. So check it out if you will. Maybe read the comments at the bottom; a few actually liked it. Even in its unedited glory.
Until a more meaningful post.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
I dream a dream...
Heh, I bet you just thought of Susan Boyle just now.
Tough luck, I'm not interviewing her. I am here again to talk about my personal issues. My "problems", if you will. And I am going to tell you about my dreams. Yeah!
Ever since I was a wee lass, I have had these things called dreams. My dreams have always haunted me. Not because they are scary, but because they kind of make sense. My dreams always have a plot, a cast of characters, and a couple of plot devices. It's like watching a movie. (Most of the time it's a zombie movie, but who cares.)
I sometimes even have fun with my dreams. The only issue is that they ALL-I repeat ALL- will have at least four of the following subjects in them. They will have:
-A river, which I will float on for an indefinite amount of time before falling off a waterfall.
- A zombie.
- Hot guy with a six pack. :D
- Me getting chased by a bounty hunter.
- Me getting chased by a stalker.
- Me dying a horrible death, only to float away and watch the dream from third person.
- Someone sleeping in a bed.
- Someone falling off of a cliff.
- Someone searching for something important, only to get distracted by something useless. (A book, a sword, a pretty girl.
- Water parks.
- bionics.
You may draw from this list that my dreams are incredibly violent, are close to water, and usually have someone die. You are correct. I don't know why, but my dreams don't differ too much usually. They DO have differning plots though, which I appreciate. Mind if I tell you a dream I had? Of course you don't. Count how many of the things above are in it.
DREAM:
I discover that I am a mercenary on a mission to eradicate a zombie hoard in the middle of a desolate castle somewhere spooky. With me, I have a mercenary, a doctor, some guy I don't remember, and a love interest. (He had a six pack) With my gang I set out on my adventure. To get there, we ride in a boat down a nifty river. When we are there we immediately start kicking zombie butt. I fight awesomely, but I get chased by a stalkerish zombie and get my arm eaten off. I die. I wake up and I realize that now I have bionic arms. Like Cyborg from Teen Titans! I go and kick butt summore. My gang decides to take a nap. We all sleep in one giant bed. We hear a noise. I investigate because now I have super hearing. We think it is a zombie but it is only the mayor in his bath robe. He is eating a bagel. He tells us to get out of his bed. We leave the place, searching for more zombies. We search for a while before getting distracted by a water park. We ride the waterfalls.
I wake up.
Yeah... I know. I told you didn't I? I hated this dream. It was so boring. But it did have all of the elements that I can't seem to stop dreaming about. So, take a look at my dream. What does it tell you about me? What do you think it represents? That I am a violent psycho that plays too many videogames and reads Max Brooks too much? Please, tell me.
Because simply, my dear friends, I have no idea.
Tough luck, I'm not interviewing her. I am here again to talk about my personal issues. My "problems", if you will. And I am going to tell you about my dreams. Yeah!
Ever since I was a wee lass, I have had these things called dreams. My dreams have always haunted me. Not because they are scary, but because they kind of make sense. My dreams always have a plot, a cast of characters, and a couple of plot devices. It's like watching a movie. (Most of the time it's a zombie movie, but who cares.)
I sometimes even have fun with my dreams. The only issue is that they ALL-I repeat ALL- will have at least four of the following subjects in them. They will have:
-A river, which I will float on for an indefinite amount of time before falling off a waterfall.
- A zombie.
- Hot guy with a six pack. :D
- Me getting chased by a bounty hunter.
- Me getting chased by a stalker.
- Me dying a horrible death, only to float away and watch the dream from third person.
- Someone sleeping in a bed.
- Someone falling off of a cliff.
- Someone searching for something important, only to get distracted by something useless. (A book, a sword, a pretty girl.
- Water parks.
- bionics.
You may draw from this list that my dreams are incredibly violent, are close to water, and usually have someone die. You are correct. I don't know why, but my dreams don't differ too much usually. They DO have differning plots though, which I appreciate. Mind if I tell you a dream I had? Of course you don't. Count how many of the things above are in it.
DREAM:
I discover that I am a mercenary on a mission to eradicate a zombie hoard in the middle of a desolate castle somewhere spooky. With me, I have a mercenary, a doctor, some guy I don't remember, and a love interest. (He had a six pack) With my gang I set out on my adventure. To get there, we ride in a boat down a nifty river. When we are there we immediately start kicking zombie butt. I fight awesomely, but I get chased by a stalkerish zombie and get my arm eaten off. I die. I wake up and I realize that now I have bionic arms. Like Cyborg from Teen Titans! I go and kick butt summore. My gang decides to take a nap. We all sleep in one giant bed. We hear a noise. I investigate because now I have super hearing. We think it is a zombie but it is only the mayor in his bath robe. He is eating a bagel. He tells us to get out of his bed. We leave the place, searching for more zombies. We search for a while before getting distracted by a water park. We ride the waterfalls.
I wake up.
Yeah... I know. I told you didn't I? I hated this dream. It was so boring. But it did have all of the elements that I can't seem to stop dreaming about. So, take a look at my dream. What does it tell you about me? What do you think it represents? That I am a violent psycho that plays too many videogames and reads Max Brooks too much? Please, tell me.
Because simply, my dear friends, I have no idea.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Shocking of the Bio?
So I played Bioshock for the first time today. The game has always looked great-albeit terrifying-to me, so I thought I would give it a shot. (CAUTION: This is a rant. Read at own risk. Rated 13 and up for violence and Esther stupidity.)
Now for the guys that know me, you maybe thinking, "What? Esther played Bioshock? Isn't she like, a wimp?" And for those that are thinking this, you are right. I am a wimpy wimp with wimp issues. You may be pleased to know, however, that I actually played this game for a couple hours straight. Ha! I know Bioshock isn't a horror game, but it's still a big step for me. So anyway, onto my story.
Well first, I put the disk into the 360 drive. Actually, my dad put it in. It was just him, me, and my littlest sister in the house because the rest of my family went swimming with a totally lame family. (Just kidding, I love you guys.) Dad became my designated watcher. I grabbed the controller, propped my foot up on the couch, and started playing. (Spoilers?)
Mmkay, so maybe I was a little scared. Just a tad. I mean, who wouldn't be a little intimidated going several hundred feet underwater into a city crawling with genetically altered citizens?
Well, it seems that my plane has crashed in a large body of water, leaving me stranded. I swam to a building in the water, and went inside. (This IS Rapture, ya know.) It was really dark in the building so that's kind of when I went,
"Oh gosh, it's dark. It's dark! Please don't jump out of the darkness and stab me, little Splicers. I love you Splicers."
From that point I tip toed my way through the darkness and I found a submarine.
"Ooh! A submarine!"
Turns out it was an elevator, but that doesn't matter. It was dark! I got into the elevator and went down. Really really far down. Each passing story I went like, "Oh, so I'm going to have to go this far up to get home, then?" When the elevator stopped, I saw a Splicer (Genetically altered human thing) through the closed glass door. I watched as the Splicer did something really mean to a dude, and I immediately freaked out.
"AH! I'm totally freaking out!" I said.
The Splicer looked at me and said something about killing. I'm sure it didn't have to do with me. Then it attacked my elevator, stabbing it and almost stabbing me. Yay! Then this guy on a radio talks to me. Whatever, I don't trust him. I don't trust anyone. But I take the radio with me anyway.
It turns out, after I passed a couple of halls, I stopped freaking out. I grabbed this nifty wrench and the fear went away. Seriously, there is nothing like a good wrench to build self confidence. Unfortunately, having a weapon means that I can be really paranoid. I take my paranoia out on things that move, and things that don't.
Let me explain my little paranoia to you. I was walking through some dentist place and I saw a dead body. It looked dead, of course. So I shot it. Twice. Seriously, in this game I will attack ANYTHING. A crate? I shoot it. A woman crying over her fallen child? I shoot her too. Turns out she didn't have a baby in that carriage she was crying over. It was just a gun she was going to attack me with. So appearently my paranoia in videogames pays off in this one.
After a while I ran into a Big Daddy. Big Daddy's are possibly the cutest demi-boss I've ever seen. I love them! Too bad I have to kill them, seriously. I mean, why can't they just let me get to the Little Sister? It's not like I'm going to harvest her for genetic material or anythin-oh wait.
My first enounter went like this:
ME: Oh! Look! A BD! He's so cute!
BD: Gwaaaaaaaaah!
ME: I don't want to attack you. I hope you attack me.
(BD does nothing)
ME: ATTACK ME! (I go and poke him.)
BD: GAAAAH! (attacks)
ME: That's more like it-GAH! MY ORGANS! THEY'RE ALL VITAL AND THEY ARE ALL GONE!*
I survived my first encounter by leading him to a giant puddle of water and shooting him with electricity. (Thank you Pokemon, for teaching me that water conducts electricity.) So far I haven't died once. We'll see how that goes.
This may sound like bad stuff, really. But Bioshock is an awesome game. The depth of the story is amazing. Every enemy seems to have a different personality, and the nifty audio records lost by many give a good look into the characters of Rapture. I've only played this for a couple of hours, but really, I can tell this one is a master piece. So long as you have a strong stomach. Until next time.
END RANT.
*I say this a lot.
Now for the guys that know me, you maybe thinking, "What? Esther played Bioshock? Isn't she like, a wimp?" And for those that are thinking this, you are right. I am a wimpy wimp with wimp issues. You may be pleased to know, however, that I actually played this game for a couple hours straight. Ha! I know Bioshock isn't a horror game, but it's still a big step for me. So anyway, onto my story.
Well first, I put the disk into the 360 drive. Actually, my dad put it in. It was just him, me, and my littlest sister in the house because the rest of my family went swimming with a totally lame family. (Just kidding, I love you guys.) Dad became my designated watcher. I grabbed the controller, propped my foot up on the couch, and started playing. (Spoilers?)
Mmkay, so maybe I was a little scared. Just a tad. I mean, who wouldn't be a little intimidated going several hundred feet underwater into a city crawling with genetically altered citizens?
Well, it seems that my plane has crashed in a large body of water, leaving me stranded. I swam to a building in the water, and went inside. (This IS Rapture, ya know.) It was really dark in the building so that's kind of when I went,
"Oh gosh, it's dark. It's dark! Please don't jump out of the darkness and stab me, little Splicers. I love you Splicers."
From that point I tip toed my way through the darkness and I found a submarine.
"Ooh! A submarine!"
Turns out it was an elevator, but that doesn't matter. It was dark! I got into the elevator and went down. Really really far down. Each passing story I went like, "Oh, so I'm going to have to go this far up to get home, then?" When the elevator stopped, I saw a Splicer (Genetically altered human thing) through the closed glass door. I watched as the Splicer did something really mean to a dude, and I immediately freaked out.
"AH! I'm totally freaking out!" I said.
The Splicer looked at me and said something about killing. I'm sure it didn't have to do with me. Then it attacked my elevator, stabbing it and almost stabbing me. Yay! Then this guy on a radio talks to me. Whatever, I don't trust him. I don't trust anyone. But I take the radio with me anyway.
It turns out, after I passed a couple of halls, I stopped freaking out. I grabbed this nifty wrench and the fear went away. Seriously, there is nothing like a good wrench to build self confidence. Unfortunately, having a weapon means that I can be really paranoid. I take my paranoia out on things that move, and things that don't.
Let me explain my little paranoia to you. I was walking through some dentist place and I saw a dead body. It looked dead, of course. So I shot it. Twice. Seriously, in this game I will attack ANYTHING. A crate? I shoot it. A woman crying over her fallen child? I shoot her too. Turns out she didn't have a baby in that carriage she was crying over. It was just a gun she was going to attack me with. So appearently my paranoia in videogames pays off in this one.
After a while I ran into a Big Daddy. Big Daddy's are possibly the cutest demi-boss I've ever seen. I love them! Too bad I have to kill them, seriously. I mean, why can't they just let me get to the Little Sister? It's not like I'm going to harvest her for genetic material or anythin-oh wait.
My first enounter went like this:
ME: Oh! Look! A BD! He's so cute!
BD: Gwaaaaaaaaah!
ME: I don't want to attack you. I hope you attack me.
(BD does nothing)
ME: ATTACK ME! (I go and poke him.)
BD: GAAAAH! (attacks)
ME: That's more like it-GAH! MY ORGANS! THEY'RE ALL VITAL AND THEY ARE ALL GONE!*
I survived my first encounter by leading him to a giant puddle of water and shooting him with electricity. (Thank you Pokemon, for teaching me that water conducts electricity.) So far I haven't died once. We'll see how that goes.
This may sound like bad stuff, really. But Bioshock is an awesome game. The depth of the story is amazing. Every enemy seems to have a different personality, and the nifty audio records lost by many give a good look into the characters of Rapture. I've only played this for a couple of hours, but really, I can tell this one is a master piece. So long as you have a strong stomach. Until next time.
END RANT.
*I say this a lot.
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