by Sanghyeok » Sat Sep 12, 2020 2:30 pm
どんな時も、赤旗の眩しさを覚えていた
Magical socialist paradise headed by an immortal, tea-loving and sometimes childish Chairwoman who happens to be the younger Ōmiya sister
by Sanghyeok » Sat Sep 12, 2020 2:32 pm
どんな時も、赤旗の眩しさを覚えていた
Magical socialist paradise headed by an immortal, tea-loving and sometimes childish Chairwoman who happens to be the younger Ōmiya sister
by Chan Island » Sat Sep 12, 2020 2:35 pm
Conserative Morality wrote:"It's not time yet" is a tactic used by reactionaries in every era. "It's not time for democracy, it's not time for capitalism, it's not time for emancipation." Of course it's not time. It's never time, not on its own. You make it time. If you're under fire in the no-man's land of WW1, you start digging a foxhole even if the ideal time would be when you *aren't* being bombarded, because once you wait for it to be 'time', other situations will need your attention, assuming you survive that long. If the fields aren't furrowed, plow them. If the iron is not hot, make it so. If society is not ready, change it.
by Sanghyeok » Sat Sep 12, 2020 2:37 pm
どんな時も、赤旗の眩しさを覚えていた
Magical socialist paradise headed by an immortal, tea-loving and sometimes childish Chairwoman who happens to be the younger Ōmiya sister
by Borderlands of Rojava » Sat Sep 12, 2020 9:08 pm
They sat around the fire dressed almost casually in their fatigues, worn out by the events of that day. The soldiers of the LYM were at day's end just kids with their rifles playing soldier, and that day several of those kids lost their lives. It was cowboys and Indians, and Jack was beginning to question whether he'd made the right decision joining the LYM at the start of the conflict. His cousin, now all but consumed with violent insanity, sat across the fire from him, her face given an eerie shadowing by the dull orange light. She was the first to break the silence, laughing for unknown reasons hysterically. "What's so funny?" Jack asked. "You know, it's funny how everyone is trying to give meaning to this war," she said. "Christians and Muslims. Israelis dropping bombs. Fucking Americans storming in like this is Siagon. At day's end Jack, the real winners are gonna be the ones who see the true potential in this conflict. Power." Jack was silent. The woman before him that night was no woman. She seemed almost less than human at this point, her mind consumed with a lust for violence. "What do you mean?" He asked. "I guarentee you that when this war ends, there won't be a community that wins Jack. No, it'll be the PEOPLE who win," she replied. "There will be individuals who win, while your average jackass goes home empty handed. I intend to be one of the top 10% who come out of this with power, with money and with respect. All this sectarian crap is just a means to an end for me. When the chips are down, people are either gonna swear allegiance to me, or they can go where Steven went." Jack's blood ran cold, thinking about what happened to Steven. "But you're only a field commander," Jack said. "Y-youre not even second in command." "Not yet," she said. "I'm skipping steps Jack. See, people know what I can get them. That bank we raided last week had more gold bars than the entirety of Switzerland. The port we took is a major hub for drugs and guns. We are gonna be rich when this is over and the people behind me know it. And our general, Iskander, in a few days he won't be a problem anymore." Jack gazed around the campfire in shock, trying to find someone who looked as startled as he was. Everyone either looked at Hannah or they looked down in a resigned state of sorrow, knowing they could do nothing to stop her. "I have people throughout this militia Jack. When I give the order, which we will call 'the metalstorm,' Iskander and all of his cronies are getting a one way trip six feet below. I got people in the Lebanese Front too, and once we take them, this whole country is gonna belong to us." "But you still gotta fight everyone else," Jack replied. "Oh, I have my ways," Hannah stated. "You see, we can't just kill the soldiers on the battlefield in front of us Jack. We gotta kill them all. Men, women, children, the elderly. We have to turn whole cities into ghost towns to truly dominate and subjugate these rivals of ours." "You wouldn't," Jack gasped. "I would," she replied. "Do you know how furious someone like the PLO will be if you kill fucking kids?" "The world is as angry as it could get Jack," Hannah stated. "What, do you think this will cause a little more anger? The world is an angry and violent place." Jack's thoughts raced as Hannah cracked that satanically evil smile in anticipation of the bloodshed that would commence. It was at that moment that Jack realized the cousin he grew up with was the past. The war had twisted his own relative into a monster of a woman, hellbent on pure horror not seen even after all these years of war. And the worst thing was just how many people had sworn allegiance to such a sick and twisted human being, ought of pure greed. Jack failed to sleep at all that night, kept awake by the thought of his own cousin's metamorphosis from a catholic school girl to a war criminal and a tyrant, and he wondered how her parents would feel if they were still alive.
by Sanghyeok » Sat Sep 12, 2020 9:11 pm
Borderlands of Rojava wrote:They sat around the fire dressed almost casually in their fatigues, worn out by the events of that day. The soldiers of the LYM were at day's end just kids with their rifles playing soldier, and that day several of those kids lost their lives. It was cowboys and Indians, and Jack was beginning to question whether he'd made the right decision joining the LYM at the start of the conflict. His cousin, now all but consumed with violent insanity, sat across the fire from him, her face given an eerie shadowing by the dull orange light. She was the first to break the silence, laughing for unknown reasons hysterically. "What's so funny?" Jack asked. "You know, it's funny how everyone is trying to give meaning to this war," she said. "Christians and Muslims. Israelis dropping bombs. Fucking Americans storming in like this is Siagon. At day's end Jack, the real winners are gonna be the ones who see the true potential in this conflict. Power." Jack was silent. The woman before him that night was no woman. She seemed almost less than human at this point, her mind consumed with a lust for violence. "What do you mean?" He asked. "I guarentee you that when this war ends, there won't be a community that wins Jack. No, it'll be the PEOPLE who win," she replied. "There will be individuals who win, while your average jackass goes home empty handed. I intend to be one of the top 10% who come out of this with power, with money and with respect. All this sectarian crap is just a means to an end for me. When the chips are down, people are either gonna swear allegiance to me, or they can go where Steven went." Jack's blood ran cold, thinking about what happened to Steven. "But you're only a field commander," Jack said. "Y-youre not even second in command." "Not yet," she said. "I'm skipping steps Jack. See, people know what I can get them. That bank we raided last week had more gold bars than the entirety of Switzerland. The port we took is a major hub for drugs and guns. We are gonna be rich when this is over and the people behind me know it. And our general, Iskander, in a few days he won't be a problem anymore." Jack gazed around the campfire in shock, trying to find someone who looked as startled as he was. Everyone either looked at Hannah or they looked down in a resigned state of sorrow, knowing they could do nothing to stop her. "I have people throughout this militia Jack. When I give the order, which we will call 'the metalstorm,' Iskander and all of his cronies are getting a one way trip six feet below. I got people in the Lebanese Front too, and once we take them, this whole country is gonna belong to us." "But you still gotta fight everyone else," Jack replied. "Oh, I have my ways," Hannah stated. "You see, we can't just kill the soldiers on the battlefield in front of us Jack. We gotta kill them all. Men, women, children, the elderly. We have to turn whole cities into ghost towns to truly dominate and subjugate these rivals of ours." "You wouldn't," Jack gasped. "I would," she replied. "Do you know how furious someone like the PLO will be if you kill fucking kids?" "The world is as angry as it could get Jack," Hannah stated. "What, do you think this will cause a little more anger? The world is an angry and violent place." Jack's thoughts raced as Hannah cracked that satanically evil smile in anticipation of the bloodshed that would commence. It was at that moment that Jack realized the cousin he grew up with was the past. The war had twisted his own relative into a monster of a woman, hellbent on pure horror not seen even after all these years of war. And the worst thing was just how many people had sworn allegiance to such a sick and twisted human being, ought of pure greed. Jack failed to sleep at all that night, kept awake by the thought of his own cousin's metamorphosis from a catholic school girl to a war criminal and a tyrant, and he wondered how her parents would feel if they were still alive.
I've been actually thinking of turning this into a full fledged film, since I myself have years of experience in acting and I know a guy who knows a guy who's an indie film director who specializes in like action and war movies.
どんな時も、赤旗の眩しさを覚えていた
Magical socialist paradise headed by an immortal, tea-loving and sometimes childish Chairwoman who happens to be the younger Ōmiya sister
by Borderlands of Rojava » Sat Sep 12, 2020 9:34 pm
Sanghyeok wrote:Borderlands of Rojava wrote:
I've been actually thinking of turning this into a full fledged film, since I myself have years of experience in acting and I know a guy who knows a guy who's an indie film director who specializes in like action and war movies.
I think it would work very well if you started giving some background. Why are they fighting? What happened before that led to this? Creating the background can let the reader feel the characters better.
The representatives of the Tiger Militia sitting across the table from Michel were already fuming when he walked into the room and took a seat. Their commander, George Raad, furled his grey eyebrows below his silver and black hairline, and his upper lip remained as stiff as a board. "I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your tragic loss." Michel said to the elder, before the commander responded by pointedly telling him "shove your sorry up your ass. You ever lose a family member?" "We've all lost someone we love," Michel replied. "I have no idea what's even going on with my cousins an hour outside Tyre. I can't travel more than a few miles in any direction, so yes I know." "You need to get that lunatic in your ranks under control," the commander said, "or I'll do it for you." "No disrespect, but frankly this is my problem and I'll deal with it in my own time. Don't worry George, we will straighten things out and mend relations between our respective armies." "Mend relations between our respective armies?!" Commander Raad exclaimed. "I swallowed my pride when your murdering fuck of a field commander led an unprovoked assault on our checkpoint near Tabaris Square and murdered my brother. And I came here to you instead of dealing with it with extreme prejudice. Frankly Michel, I feel like I'm wasting my time. If your field commander Assaf isn't hanging by midnight tomorrow night, I will rain a shitstorm down on you the likes of which you've never seen. I'll bring you hell. Your little hit squad will be lining the streets of Beirut with their heads cut off and I'll personally see to it that if your cousins outside Tyre are alive, they receive your cut up remains in the mail for a Christmas present. Come on, let's go." The commander and his men stormed out the room and Michel was left in silence with his commanders, understanding that if they didn't kill Hannah, the entire Lebanese Forces would possibly be history by news years day of 1984, and either he would slay his own or his entire army would face a grisly end.
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by Sanghyeok » Sun Sep 13, 2020 6:09 am
Twicetagram and JYPe wrote:Critique wanted.
Not All Heroes Survive
It wasn’t that I was too nervous to go
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I cherished the most.
どんな時も、赤旗の眩しさを覚えていた
Magical socialist paradise headed by an immortal, tea-loving and sometimes childish Chairwoman who happens to be the younger Ōmiya sister
by Elvato » Sun Sep 13, 2020 6:14 am
Elvato is a CooL Gamer, Skater, NS Player. Lover of Gangster Rap, Founder of SOSIG, Donut Connoisseur. i also like drinking water like all other humanoids ;)
by Twicetagram and JYPe » Sun Sep 13, 2020 6:48 am
Sanghyeok wrote:Twicetagram and JYPe wrote:Critique wanted.
Not All Heroes Survive
It wasn’t that I was too nervous to go
..
..
..
I cherished the most.
I think the entire story manages to have the reader in suspense. The various plot twist in the story is also surprising, I did not expect any of them, and it goes against the reader's expectations. I would like a little bit more backstory (maybe during the flashback) about what sort of society the protagonist is in. Overall, I like it a lot!
by Twicetagram and JYPe » Sun Sep 13, 2020 6:48 am
Elvato wrote:When I was a small child I wanted to go in my pool without knowing how to swim. I spent 2 minutes underwater with my eyes closed before one of my father’s friends came and saved me from potentially dying
by Sanghyeok » Sun Sep 13, 2020 6:51 am
Twicetagram and JYPe wrote:Sanghyeok wrote:
I think the entire story manages to have the reader in suspense. The various plot twist in the story is also surprising, I did not expect any of them, and it goes against the reader's expectations. I would like a little bit more backstory (maybe during the flashback) about what sort of society the protagonist is in. Overall, I like it a lot!
As for the backstory, I'd imagine the protagonist and the girl he was fighting was part of a clan who was invaded by the Romans, hence him being a gladiator. In this society, adult men who were fit and were conquered by the Romans were automatically qualified as gladiators, although I'm not sure about the historical truth.
どんな時も、赤旗の眩しさを覚えていた
Magical socialist paradise headed by an immortal, tea-loving and sometimes childish Chairwoman who happens to be the younger Ōmiya sister
by Dominioan » Sun Sep 13, 2020 6:54 am
by Twicetagram and JYPe » Sun Sep 13, 2020 6:57 am
Sanghyeok wrote:Twicetagram and JYPe wrote:As for the backstory, I'd imagine the protagonist and the girl he was fighting was part of a clan who was invaded by the Romans, hence him being a gladiator. In this society, adult men who were fit and were conquered by the Romans were automatically qualified as gladiators, although I'm not sure about the historical truth.
For some reason, the reference to Warsaw made me think this is post-modern.
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