2008-08-26, 10:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 2008-08-26, 10:31 PM by Schrodinger.)
[SIZE="2"]Thank you for very much iiMarik and especially Sign for your thoughtful responses. iiMarik I thought you made a good point when you offered that South Perry and perhaps SW are two of the only forum sites where Maple-Story fan fiction can be found. It is often interesting to see how forum posters compensate for the lack-of-story within Maple Story by providing their own interesting twist to the genre. Unfortunately, I wish their was more or an original flair in the writing process rather than working within the bounds of "Maple Story." Often times, Maple-Story fan-fiction writers feel obligated to talk about maximum damage and in-game stereotypes. For example, the "job people" just often serve their role as arbitrary "job people" and then disappear from the development of the story. Some possibilities are them serving as
Some creative ideas I think in "original twisting" off the top of my head would be: Henry and Beatrice both attend the prestigious Lockwarts (similarity intended) school in Ellinia. Henry is a natural genius and understands everything while Beatrice works hard everyday just to do well on all her assignments. Beatrice detests Henry and his flamboyant ways of partying and not putting any effort into anything. They eventually get into a magical confrontation and the headmaster Grendel the Really Old is forced to break up the conflict. Grendel the Really Old attempts to find a way for both of them to understand one another. Looking in his old tattered spell book, he finds a spell to switch their souls. He switches Beatrice into Henry's body and Henry into Beatrice's body (in some psuedo-Freaky Friday spin off.) Henry at first continues with his lazy behavior and uses Beatrice's feminine wiles to have the boys in the Academy do his (or rather "her") work for him. Beatrice is infuriated at Henry for "using" her body and for being "out of character."
"Henry! What do you think you're doing!" Beatrice screamed in Henry's deep-manly voice. As Beatrice approached her former-body she felt vaguely disoriented. She was looking at herself, but it wasn't her. It just wasn't her! Everything was off! The high-heels, the tight skirt that hugged her smooth round curves, and the sexy low-cut blouse that tightly hugged her delicious B-cup breasts. Delicious? Sexy? Beatrice mentally smacked herself, "C'mon girl. Don't let these male hormones control you."
Henry sauntered over to Beatrice. As she walked every step, her silky thighs caused Beatrice to become uncomfortable. Very, very uncomfortable. "I'm only being myself Henry." Henry slid Beatrice's dainty hand and began to slowly press her pert lips extremely close to Henry's mouth, "After all, it's my body."
Beatrice couldn't protest. The male hormones overwhelmed all voice of reason and her "little soldier" began to begin the march. And just as soon as Beatrice was ready to get raped by her former body, Henry latched off. But not before using Beatrice's fine manicured finger to gently trace over the obvious erection inside Henry's pants. "Ta ta," she smiled with a Cheshire grin and sexily strolled down the hall, leaving Beatrice speechless and in pain as her "little soldier" had yet to fire.
Sign, I agree with a lot of points you made as well. What is considered "proper English" is highly debatable. I don't want to read someone speaking in the dialect of William Shakespeare. Maybe some people do. But I just want my emotions to be piqued. I understand that emotions are highly subjective and only a great piece of writing can pique the interest of the entire world.
Cost-benefit analysis is a pessimistic method to look at the world. But for certain writers, I cannot understand why they choose to have such an endless well of altruism for their readers and for themselves. Just the fact that they are writing under an anonymous pen-name and may never get their work published is simply boggling to common sense.
I think that good writers who continue to write without any benefit should be highly respected. But often times I feel that they do not receive their proper due for their time and effort.
I understand that I have created an impenetrable buffer. I criticize the idea of a forum board and yet I claim that I'm not a good writer. I will not deny that this is a "defensive bullwark" to block me from accusations of being the very "elitist" that I state that I hate. But these opinions are also sincere. I do think that "tl;dr" and "ftw" are atrocities. Even though they may have practical usage in sparing half a minute, writing is not a practicality, it's a passion.
Sign I honestly don't deserve your respect at all. The English courses I have taken are: Scientific Writing, Research Writing For Science, Research Writing For Philosophy, Expository Writing, and Research Grant Proposals. Even though I might chug out an English minor after four years, my core concentration is in the field of Genetics. In my spare time, I re-hash and destroy fiction stories that don't go beyond page thirty. I only have a few stories that I have determined are acceptable only after working on them slowly for years. I do not deserve the respect which you have given me and I'm surprised by the quality and the kindness of the posts which have followed my original rant.
I used to leisurely write fetish stories for a 35+ community. I have learned a lot about evoking emotion but not nearly enough to be able to fluently draw out the purist of human ideologies: innocence, sympathy, love, and respect. I often have trouble with fluid structure and I often treat writing as if I was Michelangelo in the Sistine Chapel. Writing can be fun as well. But I personally feel a lot of posted works can still go through another round of revision.
- I've basically said all I've wanted to say. Thank you. -[/SIZE]
Some creative ideas I think in "original twisting" off the top of my head would be: Henry and Beatrice both attend the prestigious Lockwarts (similarity intended) school in Ellinia. Henry is a natural genius and understands everything while Beatrice works hard everyday just to do well on all her assignments. Beatrice detests Henry and his flamboyant ways of partying and not putting any effort into anything. They eventually get into a magical confrontation and the headmaster Grendel the Really Old is forced to break up the conflict. Grendel the Really Old attempts to find a way for both of them to understand one another. Looking in his old tattered spell book, he finds a spell to switch their souls. He switches Beatrice into Henry's body and Henry into Beatrice's body (in some psuedo-Freaky Friday spin off.) Henry at first continues with his lazy behavior and uses Beatrice's feminine wiles to have the boys in the Academy do his (or rather "her") work for him. Beatrice is infuriated at Henry for "using" her body and for being "out of character."
"Henry! What do you think you're doing!" Beatrice screamed in Henry's deep-manly voice. As Beatrice approached her former-body she felt vaguely disoriented. She was looking at herself, but it wasn't her. It just wasn't her! Everything was off! The high-heels, the tight skirt that hugged her smooth round curves, and the sexy low-cut blouse that tightly hugged her delicious B-cup breasts. Delicious? Sexy? Beatrice mentally smacked herself, "C'mon girl. Don't let these male hormones control you."
Henry sauntered over to Beatrice. As she walked every step, her silky thighs caused Beatrice to become uncomfortable. Very, very uncomfortable. "I'm only being myself Henry." Henry slid Beatrice's dainty hand and began to slowly press her pert lips extremely close to Henry's mouth, "After all, it's my body."
Beatrice couldn't protest. The male hormones overwhelmed all voice of reason and her "little soldier" began to begin the march. And just as soon as Beatrice was ready to get raped by her former body, Henry latched off. But not before using Beatrice's fine manicured finger to gently trace over the obvious erection inside Henry's pants. "Ta ta," she smiled with a Cheshire grin and sexily strolled down the hall, leaving Beatrice speechless and in pain as her "little soldier" had yet to fire.
Sign, I agree with a lot of points you made as well. What is considered "proper English" is highly debatable. I don't want to read someone speaking in the dialect of William Shakespeare. Maybe some people do. But I just want my emotions to be piqued. I understand that emotions are highly subjective and only a great piece of writing can pique the interest of the entire world.
Cost-benefit analysis is a pessimistic method to look at the world. But for certain writers, I cannot understand why they choose to have such an endless well of altruism for their readers and for themselves. Just the fact that they are writing under an anonymous pen-name and may never get their work published is simply boggling to common sense.
I think that good writers who continue to write without any benefit should be highly respected. But often times I feel that they do not receive their proper due for their time and effort.
I understand that I have created an impenetrable buffer. I criticize the idea of a forum board and yet I claim that I'm not a good writer. I will not deny that this is a "defensive bullwark" to block me from accusations of being the very "elitist" that I state that I hate. But these opinions are also sincere. I do think that "tl;dr" and "ftw" are atrocities. Even though they may have practical usage in sparing half a minute, writing is not a practicality, it's a passion.
Sign I honestly don't deserve your respect at all. The English courses I have taken are: Scientific Writing, Research Writing For Science, Research Writing For Philosophy, Expository Writing, and Research Grant Proposals. Even though I might chug out an English minor after four years, my core concentration is in the field of Genetics. In my spare time, I re-hash and destroy fiction stories that don't go beyond page thirty. I only have a few stories that I have determined are acceptable only after working on them slowly for years. I do not deserve the respect which you have given me and I'm surprised by the quality and the kindness of the posts which have followed my original rant.
I used to leisurely write fetish stories for a 35+ community. I have learned a lot about evoking emotion but not nearly enough to be able to fluently draw out the purist of human ideologies: innocence, sympathy, love, and respect. I often have trouble with fluid structure and I often treat writing as if I was Michelangelo in the Sistine Chapel. Writing can be fun as well. But I personally feel a lot of posted works can still go through another round of revision.
- I've basically said all I've wanted to say. Thank you. -[/SIZE]
