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14 years ago
I write like Anne Rice apparently... o.O
I input one of my RP posts into it.. something that was good and detailed (dont expect to understand my world damnit)
Deep in the Imperial City there was an Imperial ordered excavation going on. Emperor Gabrial knew the location of many of the original locations of various structures, and one of great interest to him was that of what had once been the Imperial Breeding pens. He greatly remembered the many halls filled with only the best and most impressive of slaves that were used to breed many of the ancestors to the modern day Royal lines and Imperial slaves. He had read that the original facility had been destroyed during the first Anthronian war, not long after he himself had been incapacitated. Because of the degree of the attack and the fact that there was just too much of a war going on at the time, very little had been done to see if anyone had survived buried in the rubble. After all, while they may have been high quality slaves, they were still... only slaves. But Gabrial wanted to see if there was anything left of those that had been lost in the rubble. If there was any bone or tooth left from those who had been lost in the debris, they could be re-cloned, and some of the purest lines would be reborn. Siblings that had been lost could be recreated, and those of the First Brood would be reborn. Gabrial knew that this could be a new birth long needed to revive the blood of his people to its original glory. However there was a problem. As soon as the excavation broke through to an actual intact portion of the facility there were complaints. Whispers in the darkness had many of the workers spooked. The further into the dark and dust filled halls the worse they became. Lights that were hung would inexplicably shatter or go out. Gabrial would here reports of some of the workers going mad from the whispers attacking one another. They eventually had to pull back before more of the excavators went mad. Magic users were bought in, but even they refused to step further then twenty paces into the dark. Mage lights that were summoned were forcibly snuffed out, which was more then a little disconcerting to those who wielding magic.
result? Anne Motherfucking Rice. Not bad I say... Ive always liked her works :3
http://iwl.me/
Who do you write like?
I input one of my RP posts into it.. something that was good and detailed (dont expect to understand my world damnit)
Deep in the Imperial City there was an Imperial ordered excavation going on. Emperor Gabrial knew the location of many of the original locations of various structures, and one of great interest to him was that of what had once been the Imperial Breeding pens. He greatly remembered the many halls filled with only the best and most impressive of slaves that were used to breed many of the ancestors to the modern day Royal lines and Imperial slaves. He had read that the original facility had been destroyed during the first Anthronian war, not long after he himself had been incapacitated. Because of the degree of the attack and the fact that there was just too much of a war going on at the time, very little had been done to see if anyone had survived buried in the rubble. After all, while they may have been high quality slaves, they were still... only slaves. But Gabrial wanted to see if there was anything left of those that had been lost in the rubble. If there was any bone or tooth left from those who had been lost in the debris, they could be re-cloned, and some of the purest lines would be reborn. Siblings that had been lost could be recreated, and those of the First Brood would be reborn. Gabrial knew that this could be a new birth long needed to revive the blood of his people to its original glory. However there was a problem. As soon as the excavation broke through to an actual intact portion of the facility there were complaints. Whispers in the darkness had many of the workers spooked. The further into the dark and dust filled halls the worse they became. Lights that were hung would inexplicably shatter or go out. Gabrial would here reports of some of the workers going mad from the whispers attacking one another. They eventually had to pull back before more of the excavators went mad. Magic users were bought in, but even they refused to step further then twenty paces into the dark. Mage lights that were summoned were forcibly snuffed out, which was more then a little disconcerting to those who wielding magic.
result? Anne Motherfucking Rice. Not bad I say... Ive always liked her works :3
http://iwl.me/
Who do you write like?
~*~*~*~*~ Mah Peepals ~*~*~*~*~
...he's pretty good.
*snirk*
I'd like to think that Theodore Sturgeon was an influence, and some of Spider Robinson's earlier work. I read a fair bit of Arthur C Clarke and Robert A Heinlein, too... more Heinlein than I'd like to admit, really and I hope my writing isn't like his, especially his later work.