GameDeveloper.net Writing Competition
by Chuck Thomas · in General Discussion · 07/11/2002 (3:03 pm) · 4 replies
Announcing GameDeveloper.net's Fantasy Writing Competition. Are you a good writer? Do you think you can write a really good fantasy story? Do you like competition? Do you think the writing in games is important? And--and this is the important part--do you want to win some REALLY GREAT GAMES? If you answered yes to any of those questions then head on over to GameDeveloper.net's Writing Competition page to learn more.
#2
welp, the prizes aren't exactly motivational, but I had nothing to do one weekend so I wrote a submission...
mine was also kind of stretching it for "Fantasy"... and not only did they NOT add it to the list, but I never heard back from them :\
welp, I tried. guess Fantasy is not my bag. my story is prolly actually sci-fi. I spose I actually loathe fantasy lol
so for all it's worth, here it is !!
Distant Memories
Groudhan awoke with a start. Like so many nights before, the horrific, vivid dreams had returned. He was almost beginning to believe that they were not dreams but memories.
Calling to his personal autoassistant, he performed his typical morning routine while still shaking himself awake. The assistant opened the blinds and began preparing the breakfast beverage while downloading the current news and discussion threads for display on Groudhan's page display unit.
While he washed-up and consumed the breakfast beverage (a mix of egg substitute, coffee, tea, and herbs), he received an incoming call. It was his friend Lewiedieuk with important news.
"They're at the artificial structure, and it's big... REALLY big," he reported.
Groudhan didn't finish the breakfast beverage. He was out the door and on a tube train within a minute. He met with Lewiedieuk and they traveled to the site together in a community gravcraft.
A precious little was known about the world before the Great Destruction. They knew that earlier Homo Sapiens, the precursor to Homo Superior, had successfully experimented with all things natural and unnatural. They had teetered on the brink of destruction and eventually, as the legend says, created their own path to extinction by genetically engineering Homo Superior.
But those were different times, and now, thousands of years later, most of the old knowledge has been lost. Subterranean holographic imaging was the only link to the past, and they would often find items, manufactured creations, and even some things similar to gravcrafts that were clearly used for transportation. Many of the items had strange symbols on them.
But Groudhan and his associate Lewiedieuk were not satisfied with Holographic imaging this time -- they wanted to see this "find" for themselves. This oddly shaped complex was far too enigmatic to not investigate first-hand.
It had been a long while since the ground was actually excavated in order to learn more about these buried treasures, as the Holographic imagers could produce perfect replicas of what was under the ground without the need to "get dirty" or to disrupt the items. But this time the massive structure was far too enigmatic to leave untouched. Today, they would see the thing first-hand, from the inside, if everything went well.
When the two exploratory scientists arrived at the site, they found the volunteer crew resting lazily above-ground which is exactly where Groudhan wanted them. Groudhan and Lewiedieuk knew that some of these ancient wonders were dangerous, so they wanted to handle the entry into the first strange, dome-shaped building personally.
With laser picks in-hand, the two climbed aboard the anti-grav lift and prepared for the long descent. "If you do not hear from us within 4 coltecs, do not come after us." The donned they protective suits and prepared for the journey below ground.
As the two descended into the tunnel system that had been constructed specifically for this excavation, Groudhan once again remembered his vivid, horrifying dreams. The strange creatures, the pain, the agony... were they a warning?
"There's no turning back now," Groudhan mumbled.
Lewiedieuk turned to Groudhan and gave him a cold stare. Within a brief moment, Lewiedieuk's enthusiasm turned to fear as the anti-grav lift began to slow.
* * * * *
oh and just like the competition's rules...
Copyright c2002 Alex Golitsis, all rights reserved.
not that this isn't already the basic story behind hundreds of shooters lol
07/28/2002 (8:15 pm)
thx for posting this info Chuck..welp, the prizes aren't exactly motivational, but I had nothing to do one weekend so I wrote a submission...
mine was also kind of stretching it for "Fantasy"... and not only did they NOT add it to the list, but I never heard back from them :\
welp, I tried. guess Fantasy is not my bag. my story is prolly actually sci-fi. I spose I actually loathe fantasy lol
so for all it's worth, here it is !!
Distant Memories
Groudhan awoke with a start. Like so many nights before, the horrific, vivid dreams had returned. He was almost beginning to believe that they were not dreams but memories.
Calling to his personal autoassistant, he performed his typical morning routine while still shaking himself awake. The assistant opened the blinds and began preparing the breakfast beverage while downloading the current news and discussion threads for display on Groudhan's page display unit.
While he washed-up and consumed the breakfast beverage (a mix of egg substitute, coffee, tea, and herbs), he received an incoming call. It was his friend Lewiedieuk with important news.
"They're at the artificial structure, and it's big... REALLY big," he reported.
Groudhan didn't finish the breakfast beverage. He was out the door and on a tube train within a minute. He met with Lewiedieuk and they traveled to the site together in a community gravcraft.
A precious little was known about the world before the Great Destruction. They knew that earlier Homo Sapiens, the precursor to Homo Superior, had successfully experimented with all things natural and unnatural. They had teetered on the brink of destruction and eventually, as the legend says, created their own path to extinction by genetically engineering Homo Superior.
But those were different times, and now, thousands of years later, most of the old knowledge has been lost. Subterranean holographic imaging was the only link to the past, and they would often find items, manufactured creations, and even some things similar to gravcrafts that were clearly used for transportation. Many of the items had strange symbols on them.
But Groudhan and his associate Lewiedieuk were not satisfied with Holographic imaging this time -- they wanted to see this "find" for themselves. This oddly shaped complex was far too enigmatic to not investigate first-hand.
It had been a long while since the ground was actually excavated in order to learn more about these buried treasures, as the Holographic imagers could produce perfect replicas of what was under the ground without the need to "get dirty" or to disrupt the items. But this time the massive structure was far too enigmatic to leave untouched. Today, they would see the thing first-hand, from the inside, if everything went well.
When the two exploratory scientists arrived at the site, they found the volunteer crew resting lazily above-ground which is exactly where Groudhan wanted them. Groudhan and Lewiedieuk knew that some of these ancient wonders were dangerous, so they wanted to handle the entry into the first strange, dome-shaped building personally.
With laser picks in-hand, the two climbed aboard the anti-grav lift and prepared for the long descent. "If you do not hear from us within 4 coltecs, do not come after us." The donned they protective suits and prepared for the journey below ground.
As the two descended into the tunnel system that had been constructed specifically for this excavation, Groudhan once again remembered his vivid, horrifying dreams. The strange creatures, the pain, the agony... were they a warning?
"There's no turning back now," Groudhan mumbled.
Lewiedieuk turned to Groudhan and gave him a cold stare. Within a brief moment, Lewiedieuk's enthusiasm turned to fear as the anti-grav lift began to slow.
* * * * *
oh and just like the competition's rules...
Copyright c2002 Alex Golitsis, all rights reserved.
not that this isn't already the basic story behind hundreds of shooters lol
#3
comments/criticism ?
is it "Fantasy" ?
08/02/2002 (9:08 am)
cmon, I'm a big boy, I can take it... comments/criticism ?
is it "Fantasy" ?
#4
08/02/2002 (11:40 am)
I would call that sci-fi myself...
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