Post by Pumpkinseed on Jun 28, 2014 9:24:24 GMT -6
Hello VWW, well right now I am in the process of writing a short story called "Tidy whities, a Gatling Gun, and 500$, Everything you need!" or "Everything you need" for short.
Idea:
The idea was spawned out of a game me and a friend used to play when we were younger, a childish, silly game really but we were bored. Anyway the point of the game was that you got a Gatling Gun, a pair of Tidy whities(some of you may know it as "un-manly underwear") and 500$, and tried to survive in a different climate or city(Chicago, war torn Afghanistan, feudal Japan etc.) become rich(in some cases hunt down the man who killed your girl friend) and become a major crime boss/get elected to a high political position, you had to be realistic and the narrator controlled all the NPCs and luck. A.K.A it was our own sort of RPG game.
Story Plot:
A man from the year 2014 go's to bed one night to find himself naked on the gangster infested streets of 1920 prohibition era Chicago armed with nothing but his beloved stolen GAU-17/A Gatling Gun. Quickly attempting to seize power and influence using his knowledge of 21st century technology, he quickly finds himself under both government/police and mobster investigation, and observation, both sides seeing him as a opportunity to add futuristic technology to there arsenal.
What do you think? think it could make it as a short story? A long story? A totally hopeless plot? Add your comments below:
Prologue:(First Draft)
Sound. The man hears sounds all around him. Whirring, Clanging, Booming. Light. The man opens his eyes to a world full of
beings and energy, forums and figures...beings and shapes...Pain streaks across his eye lids, he closes his eyes. The man remembers...He remembers watching a movie...A “movie”...Screens dancing, flickering...Shifting...The movie was a about a man who was named James...And did something with stock market bonds...And he kept repeating “James, James's bonds.” The man opens his eyes...And looks up at the glittering night sky... Yes, he says out loud, as if the world needs conviction. “My name is James. And I am in love with the stock market”, after a moment he adds “And guns, I am also in love with guns”, he turns and strides purposefully in the direction of a back ally, he trips. For the first time he notices a bulky object at his feet, he picks it up, it is a gun. A Gatling gun. “James” does not know how he knows this or why he knows this. All he knows is that he feels much, much safer with the gun at hand, and with that “stock market James” disappears into the ally’s of a city gone mad. (Did I put in to many "Stock markets" and "James Bond" references?, Also, I was trying to make it sound mysterious but I think I overdid it. Any tips?)
Prologue:(Draft two)
Draft 2: Some wise men say that there are two kinds of people in the world, bad people and good people, if you ever meet a man like that tell him “Your not a wise man, your a wise guy, for people will always be affected by motives unknown to anyone but themselves, some of these motives even they do not fully understand. My motive was a lust for riches, fame, power, and to be immortalized in history as someone powerful, not the kid of guy you look at twice if he cuts you off in line, not the guy you mess around with. In the story I am about to tell you we learn that with great ambition comes great sacrifice, this particular sacrifice involves a pair of un-manly underwear, a military grade weapon, and 19th century Chicago.
Chapter 1 First Draft due a week from today on Saturday, Im going to spend a lot of time perfecting the prologue.
