Sunday, February 9, 2014

Write humorous letter from Famine to War (of the four horsemen of the apocalypse). (Inspired byGood Omens)

Dear War,
How are you feeling today? Are you full of piss and vinegar? Things are going well here. Fifteen-thousand died today alone. There was this one guy that was missing two of his ribs, and he was so thin and starved that you could see his heart beating through his chest. I about laughed until I peed.
It’s funny how far humans will go before they recognize what is really going on. “Famine always happens eventually,” I heard one guy say. “It doesn’t mean anything.” He’s ignoring all of your action in the middle east too. “They’re always fighting.”
I heard Conquest is happy in Mexico. I can just imagine him in his gold armor with sitting on a beach towel with his legs crossed sipping on a margarita. Then again, he’s never satisfied. Always a work-a-holic. I wonder what Death is doing? Is he still seeing that one girl, you know the one withe the raven hair and black lipstick. Or have they already had sex? If so it’s a shame, she was a nice girl. I don’t know why death won’t settle for a nice dead girl, but know he always has to have the living ones.
Well brother I’ll let you get back to it.

Hope you are well,

Famine

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

REWRITE: Write an inventive fight scene between a bounty hunter and an escaped convict in a room with no gravity. (Inspired by Ender’s Game and Cowboy Bebop)

After some comments I recieved on reddit I decided to try and rewrite this scene. I cut the word count from 817 down to 771 a drop of just under 6%. More importantly< I think it's a whole lot better.
 
John drew his laser pistol and fired off several shots, but Bill was far away and gaining distance so the shots missed their mark. The last bolt sailed past Bill’s head, striking the control panel next to the door. He gave John a sarcastic wave as he passed through the door.
A calm female voice announced that they were “Now entering zero gravity.” John pressed a button on his left palm to activate his zero point energy projector. A golden arc of energy shot at Bill, but the beam fell just short as he pushed off from the floor and floated out of John’s field of vision.
As he crossed the threshold, John stopped to get his bearings. It was a huge, spherical room dotted with evenly spaced purple lights against a field of black. A large elevator track cut through the center space leading to a another platform where the elevator car sat waiting. The lights cast a violet glow onto everything making it difficult to distinguish between pieces of floating garbage and Bill; not that there was much difference to begin with. He raked his eyes up Bill’s trajectory, but couldn’t see anything other than a couple of smashed crates drifting aimlessly.
“Where did you go?” he muttered. He didn’t have to wait long as something small and pointed shot past his head.
“Hey, John! Nice to see you down there.” Bill was holding a small gun-like device, probably a pneumatic rivet gun. He fired it again; Newton’s 3rd law driving him back several feet. The bolt went wide and missed John completely, instead embedding itself in the durasteel floor. “This baby’s got one helluva kick!”
John aimed his laser pistol. “I’m gonna give you one last chance to along peacefully before I fill you full of plasma.”
Bill laughed, the sound echoed hollowly off the round walls. “John you couldn’t hit the broadside of a freighter with a cannon.” Bill fired his gun again, but this time to his right so he drifted to the left.
John pushed off from the floor and used the zero point lasso to latch on to the rail of the freight elevator. “Must be why your momma was so easy to hit.”
Bill didn't laugh, instead pulling up another device in his left hand. A whining, buzzing sound emanated from it and a spinning disc flew at John like a horrific frisbee. This shot was closer to the mark, and though John pivoted to the side the spinning blade caught him in the arm. A pool of blood formed into little droplets clinging to his arm. Another saw blade came flying at him, but he had already pushed away from the track.
John returned fire with his pistol, the zero recoil blaster didn’t push him back. A blue field of energy shimmered into existence around Bill as the laser bolt ricocheted, pushing him back several feet.
“Damnit.” John ground his teeth together. Somewhere among the crates, Bill had found a force field generator. John’s weapons would be useless. Reaching out with the energy lasso, he hurled a crate at Bill who simply floated out of the way.
Bill spread his arms wide, a shit-eating grin crossing his lips. “Ready to give up, John?” John wasn’t ready to give in, not yet. If he could get close enough, he could smash the energy projecting device.
Bill pointed his gun straight down to propel himself upwards to the platform above. “Have a good time, dumbass!”
John lassoed onto the track once again and propelled himself forward. Using the momentum he latched on to the track again and pulled himself for even more speed. He kept this up, constantly increasing his speed. Four discs came hurtling towards him but all four sailed beneath him. John collided with Bill in mid air, his momentum only slowed a little by Bill’s mass. They went spinning through the anti-gravity chamber, each punch that they landed tilting their spin a little more. Bill tried to bring his weapons around but the tools were too unwieldy for close quarters combat. Bill’s fingers tried to latch themselves around John’s thick neck but they weren’t long enough, and John’s sweat had made his skin slippery.
John found the device, it vibrated and sparked at his touch. Hooking his fingers on the underside of the device, he yanked it off Bill’s belt. Bill tried to reach out for it but the butt of John’s pistol struck his temple, momentarily stunning him. John used his energy lasso to immobilize Bill.
“I got you now, you son of a bitch.” And 1,000,000 credits.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Write an inventive fight scene between a bounty hunter and an escaped convict in a room with no gravity. (Inspired by Ender’s Game and Cowboy Bebop)

“Bill Williamson, I’ve got you now!” John Marston drew his laser pistol. Bill was far away and gaining distance. John fired, but Bill pivoted just before the shot would have hit its mark. The bolt sailed past Bill and struck the control panel next to the door at the end of the hall.
“Now entering zero gravity,” a calm female voice said over the intercom. Bill continued to run into the room. John pulled out his zero point energy projector and fired it at Bill, hoping to hold him in place. The lasso like beam fell short of Bill who turned and flipped John the bird as he made it into the room and leaped into the air. John wasn’t far behind and made it into the room shortly after Bill.
It was a huge, spherical room. The room was dotted with evenly spaced purple lights against a field of black. The lights cast a violet glow onto everything. John looked towards where he thought Bill must be, but couldn’t see anything other than a few floating crates. The cargo freight elevator which would normally be used to transport heavy goods up the room was at the top of its tracks.
“Where did you go, Bill?” The question was more for John than Bill. The answer came soon however as something small and pointed shot past John’s head.
“Hey, John! Nice to see you down there.” Bill was holding a small gun like device, probably a pneumatic rivet gun. He fired it again and as the bolt came sailing at John, Bill was driven back several feet. The bolt went wide and missed John completely, instead embedding itself in the durasteel floor. “This baby’s got one helluva kick!”
John pulled out his laser pistol. “I’m gonna give you one last chance to along peacefully before I fill you full of plasma.”
Bill laughed, the sound echoed hollowly off the round walls. “John you couldn't hit the broadside of a freighter with a sniper rifle.” Bill fired his gun again, but this time to his right so he drifted to the left.
John pushed off from the floor. He used his zero point lasso to latch on to the rail of the freight elevator. “Must be why your momma was so easy to hit.”
Bill didn't’ find that funny. He pulled up another device and a whining buzzing sound emanated from it. A spinning disc flew at John like a horrific Frisbee. This time Bill was closer to the mark, and though John pivoted to the side the spinning blade caught him in the arm. his blood formed into little droplets that clung to his arm. Bill fired again but John had already pushed away from the track. The blade flew harmlessly underneath his feet.
John returned fire with his pistol, the gun had zero recoil and didn't push him further out into the room. A blue field of energy glowed as the bolt would have hit Bill. Bill was once again knocked back a few feet. “Dammit.” John ground his teeth together. Bill had a force field generator. It would protect him from John’s energy-based weaponry. John reached out with his lasso and grabbed a crate floating nearby. He flung it at Bill, more out of frustration than thinking it could hurt Bill. Bill simply fired a bolt into the crate, deflecting it from his path.
“Ready to give up, John?” Bill said, spreading his arms wide. John wasn't ready to give in, not yet. If he could get close enough to Bill, he could smash the energy projecting device.
Bill pointed his gun straight down to propel himself upwards. “Have a good time, dumb-ass!”
John lassoed onto the tack once again and propelled himself forward. He used the momentum and latched on to the track a little farther along, pulling himself up. As he did this his and his speed increased Bill let out a volley of buzz saw blades. All of them fell short of John, Bill’s aim unable to keep up with John’s speed. They collided in mid air, John’s momentum only slowed a little by Bill’s mass. They were sent spinning through the anti-gravity room, each punch that they landed on each other tilting their spin a little more. Bill tried to bring his weapons around but the tools were too unwieldy for close quarters combat. Bill’s fingers tried to latch themselves around John’s thick neck but they weren't long enough, and John’s sweat had made his skin slippery.
John found the device, it vibrated and sparked at his touch. John was able to hook his fingers on the underside of the device and yanked it off Bill’s belt. Bill tried to reach out for it but John struck him with the but of his pistol. Momentarily stunned, John used his lasso to immobilize Bill.
“I got you now, you son of a bitch.”